The fireworks sung their celebration song at 9pm. Their orchestra, and the cheers that followed, echoed through the darkness to where a young girl sat alone. The song reminded her of a voice that she will never hear again. A face she will never see. A love she will never feel. And suddenly, she had tears streaming down to her neck. As long as the fireworks sang, she cried.
~ rhianna power (@rhiannalpower)
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Little Thoughts
Poésie"My soul is a star, locked in orbit. An endless ellipse, the centre; you're it..." Sometimes poems, sometimes passages, sometimes little thoughts 🥰🫶🏼💕 Highest rank in poetry: #39 (May 9, 2018)
