the beauty of parallel walking footsteps.
it's love that i can tell while we leave our trails behind the earth's skin as we stride off the night. it's love knowing we could tread a night's walk over its lovely crust. it's love realizing we ought to meet the evanescent seconds as we stomped off our left & right foot to move forward upon tommorows--to take up a space. to walk from one direction into another. to gaze the earth's beauty upon ourselves. to take a sneek-peek which the world hides that we are lonely in the universe.
September 05, 2023
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Pieces of Moonbeams
PoetryPieces of Moonbeams | 2023 This poetry collection contains proses & proses woven from my heart. Pieces here are a part of me. Stained by longing, love, grief, hurt, happiness, and any other available emotion I could profoundly describe. -- I am rel...
