Running hive on the mountain heel besides the familiar noises,
It was non-scary; it was comfort and distinguishable voices.
Bees were photograph above the spring blows and a contained picturesque community,
Lovers dwelling alongside as the sun bathe them genuinely from above, it is all flexibility.
'I am doing well. No filter spoken speech, everything's all bright and beautiful.'
'Tattoos of my creation within the cuts and depth before have still appeared, but now I can control.'
Luminary creak of laughter's were unfamiliar but surreal: it sways now around my pole,
Glass of dry ice, I felt so cool. Witnesses of resurrection now, Luna became a whole.
Widowed cries and mumbling, trembling, inequality for fierceness and silence,
It has begun to transform into a renaissance like a chased history contexts.
The hallow open sea knocked her a high welcome to skin, warm welcome to soul,
Brighten twinkle sparks from her iris that was grey when she used to dig a hole,
It was only a singular stare to be complimented, and such happiness came from Luna's essence.
It was only a small contact to be newly cherished, and it was gone- Luna's distance.
The edges tip of islands. All live dancing silhouettes. Taste of a cinnamon roll.
Before, she used to see emptiness inside her personal, and adequate was now her achieved goal.
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The Rumblings of Luna
PoetryINTRODUCTION The existence of her sixteen years has narrowed herself upon the illuminous environment when only the mute lass tried to surround herself from the healthy community. Luna's unfamiliarity and weakness to herself become relevant and bold...
