Green was all she could see for miles upon miles,
To some this might be fearful,waking up without a clue
Yet panic never washed over her like the shadow from the willow standing before her,
Her eyes couldn't stop wandering from the branches straining to just even skim the sky and maybe..,just maybe touch a star,
each one looking as if it could carry her all the way up into the galaxy she tended to stare at most nights,
She always deemed the small white glares in the sky magical,
in a way that's what made her feel so comfortable here in this emerald sea,
her eyes spoke the wonder she was consumed with as her eyes danced from one speck of gold that'd broken through the storm of juniper just to scatter themselves around her like pixie dust,
Surrealism at it's finest as right beneath her fingertips laid a paradise to never be forgotten.
- Tanna
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Project Feel
Non-Fiction"Written words speak when your voice fails" I started this project almost two years ago as a way for people all around the world to see that they are not voiceless or alone and that there isn't just one version of life. Not only that but also to sh...
