Stalling creatures peek from the forest's edge,
holding time captive and killing precious seconds,
each eye seeing something different,
lost in the awe of their kind, glittering goddess,
brief glances all they can muster,
yet her image is encapsulated and eternal.
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endlessly free
Poetryfor the wind and its soul, soft breaths caress cheeks of adventurous spirits searching for a place to be wild and free. - > • - > • - > A collection of poems for the humans who can't be categorized as anything other than free.
