December 29, 2019 I know of nothingbut the whispering in my headyou speak to me in riddleswhile I try to unravel your thoughtsbut come up shortyou are a dreameran artist's perfectionI find my brushes and start to paintbut you just won't be caught 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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