Without a care in the world, she walked through the rain as it poured ever so gently. Looking at the dark skies with a sad smile, she allowed the cold drops to devour her warm body; to capture her soul as it fell over her fragile skin. She felt like one with the rain, as her stories and theirs mixed in perfect harmony. This was a language that no other could understand, a language between the sky and her.
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Eunoia • Book Two
Poesia𝐏𝐎𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐁𝐘 𝐌𝐎𝐈. • • • • • ❝ 𝑹𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓, 𝑰 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 ❞ • • • • • Book Two of Eunoia (Beautiful Thinking). A book with words dipped in the emotions of a young soul. • • • • • ❝ 𝑭𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐...
