At about seven in the summer.
The earth has rotated enough that beams of light shine through the tree leaves like rain.
Creating a blanket of comfort on the land.
Before disappearing so the moon can be spotted.
The light that once shined apon the leaves now lays on the face of the moon. And the stars that once hid in the light of day shine bright in the darkness.
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Whispers of the Soul: A Collection of Poems
PoesíaThis is just a random collection of poems that I have written and am still adding to. Each poem also has a YouTube video with ambience that really adds to the experience and I highly recommend reading the poems while listening to the ambience.
