The trees wave, flowing in the wind.
Us kids are running around in the back yard, having fun.
The sun shines bright, especially in the direction of Skyla.
She's sitting in the tree watching over everyone, seeing everything for what it really is.
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A Journey Past Our Solar System: Poetry of a Borderline
PoetryA Journey Past Our Solar System is mostly confessional poetry of my life in the few last years, structures of a dysfunctional family, in the middle of dealing with mental illness. A tragedy in the making of my brain turning into coal, ready to burn...
