She followed him out of the forest,
and collapsed upon the earth.
Her feet had walked but a distance,
from the green land of her birth,
She faded into a flower,
that would bloom for one bright eve.
He could not take from the forest,
what was never meant to leave.
— Erutan, The Willow Maid
(an extract)
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Bloom.
Novela Juvenila collection of words ( memoir?) heavy edged with emotion and gently laced with confession. Somewhat encapsulated in the form of poems. Some mine, some not. inspired by literature, songs, real realities and fabricated/alternative ones.
