the black-eyed angel
outcasted by the others
for she was thought to be from the fiery pits below
but one day
while the angel wandered the abandoned streets in a forest
a little girl in white, she spotted
carrying a basket with delicious candied fruits
looking for it's mother
they decided to live together
sharing candied fruits
and telling stories about the heavens above
for the black-eyed angel
found herself in the white-spirited child
they were lost, but soon found
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starlit mindscapes || poetry
Poetrywe stay still and rot in our beds at midnight, overthinking about the choices we could have done different. we spend too much of our time in our thoughts, paint landscapes with the brush of our brain, and write fairytales with the quill of our eyes...
