A whisper through the night
chaos in the dayA handful of sober thoughts
crumpled like paper boats in the flameA beating heart
coping with attacks of the coldA small smile that can light up the town
farflung in places like wildfireA little more of the million miles spent
hovering like pieces of dandelion sporesStrings sewn in the dark
planting needles through fields of gravityHer hands shake like the winter winds
rattle bones of trees
she sits quiet wonderingWondering, and waiting still,
whether the dreams of them turning into reality would ever come to beHer cosmos shattering like pine needles falling
the tarpaulin folks who sail the southern oceans of the universeShe holds tight, her heartbeats
waiting for the miracle of bringing him back from sleep.
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Blaze
PoetryA collection of songs intertwined in her head that she weaves into a web of intellectual words and let's them flow free in the form of poetry. **actually really cringey poetry that I wrote in the span of a year when I was 14**