"Why do you write?"
She asked as she laid next to me
on the slightly cooled sand
looking at the stars,
listening to the waves crash on the beach endlessly.
"Because nothing terrifies and excites me more,
than being able to record who I am
deep within my soul."
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Poetry"There are two ways of spreading light: to be the candle, or the mirror that reflects it." -Edith Wharton A collection of happiness, nostalgia and pick-me-ups for when you're feeling down. Started on 3/3/22 highest ranks - #1 on happy poems 6/11/22 ...
