November 01, 2019 snow-topped mountains conceal hidden valleysgreen, lush but lonesome here, where spirits lingeronly birds perch in a majestic tree, temporarily I reach out for the starsfind freedom in my solitudeI'm growing wings; I'll learn to fly Share Get link Facebook Twitter Pinterest Email Other Apps Labels micropoetry π¬π§ Share Get link Facebook Twitter Pinterest Email Other Apps Comments
December 01, 2021 whispered to the stars ✨ countless names, -yet all the same the ones we loved the ones we lost once upon a time remembered, but forgotten they'll remain always always the same Read more
Dead languages February 10, 2019 elderly woman listening to dead languages distant sounds in her mind she answers the ghosts of the past Read more
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