fields of wind-swept grass
and dancing trees
fill your golden heart
with a lovely breeze
spreading a tranquility
that numbs the constant pain
making all your efforts
crumble in vain
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maybe i'm dreaming (COMPLETED)
Poetrya sky full of poems, none of which connect (stars without constellations) this is a compilation of almost every aspect of my life in poems, as well as some fictional elements too i hope you enjoy my cemetery of secrets -lowercase is intended for sty...
• the stillness of peace •
fields of wind-swept grass
and dancing trees
fill your golden heart
with a lovely breeze
spreading a tranquility
that numbs the constant pain
making all your efforts
crumble in vain