Caves, tell me every art they told.
Mountains, tell me every hands you hold.
Caves, visualize me every art that has been made.
Mountains, predict me every value someone seeked.
Caves, wonder me every growth you take.
Mountains, ponder me every drought that happened.
Caves and mountains write me a letter and tell me where are you today.
-spicybcyi
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Secluded to the Messages
RandomA collection of poetry and prose. Secluded to the messages is where it puts one in a place meant to meet and where one gets messaged in its vague manner like the fast paced frequency of a tiny place and a crowd's annoying noise. Date finished: April...
