Nightly walks become dances,
Between me, the clouds, and the moon,
We waltz,
One, two, three,
To our own private melody,
We play,
A little hide,
A little seek,
Nightly walks restore delicate balances,
Prancing about; me, the clouds, and the moon.
~ Rosetta 🥀
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Miss-matched adventures
PoetryI created an instagram account to share poems with a video and music. The music belongs to other artists and I shoot the videos myself with my iPhone camera. This book captures the poems' text, as and when I write them. I will not be sharing the vid...
