To wonder longingly through the forest in search of a mystery as the sunlight filters through the trees.
Call this my querencia, a place I feel safe, a place the soul is drawn.
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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...
Querencia
To wonder longingly through the forest in search of a mystery as the sunlight filters through the trees.
Call this my querencia, a place I feel safe, a place the soul is drawn.
