pétalos de rosa

Lily's diary

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“The thunder of August on spite
Was the roots to fight and to light.”

the blues met again with the seiren.
the sharp beige pieces moved to the shore again.
some gazes are new and some were old.
i can still feel how it moved me
and how it whispered to me.
bolo beach met different versions of me:
from lily to azra;
from hope to i'm trying;
from revenge to balmy.
changes are true and it is constant.
i healed from the scratches of shells.
dance and smiled under the rain and between the waves.
kept the real ones whether old or new.
i said, “i will heal.”