a soft, gentle stream, glistening, clear water, protected by trees with colorfully decorated foliage, as if it were keeping the burbling water a secret, known to no one except for the stars in the sky, and the majestic creatures that come to visit. a sky that had been living its life since the beginning of time, and has witnessed everything that ever was, is, and is going to be. witnessed the sorrowful nights, where the oceans were stormy and dark, swirling and rocking eveything that dared to cross it's path, while underneath, the animals, with striking colors, that were extraterrestrial and breathtaking, stirred in their sleep, not knowing of the beautiful tragedy happening right above them. the sky has witnessed the rolling hills of rainbows, created by petals, seemingly so soft that they'd disappear into a magical, feathery powder if your finger tips brushed over them. the sky was once a blank canvas, but now it is splattered with color, painted with exotic birds, dainty butterflies, and the angelic spirits that watch over us, guiding our paths, and connecting, and binding the souls of the broken.
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Poetry
PoetryThis is just a compilation of poetry that I've written, usually sad, based on my take of real life experiences.
