The moon swept across the lake.
Was it rising or setting?
Would the moon be able to see her today, or will it be chained once again to the darkness it never wanted?
His freckles sparkled as the sun craved to kiss each and every one.
They were so different and so far away, but the distance could never keep them apart forever.
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A Weed Surrounded By Flowers
PoetryThrough poetry she felt the weight on her shoulders slowly fade as her thoughts and emotions went from her heart and swayed through the pen to the paper. Her life full of poems waiting to be written and read. She will no longer be silent, and this i...
