She slipped quietly through the shadows, trying to brush off the feelings of despair.
The world was such a dark place. Light so hard to come by.
A lone beam of sunlight pierced the leaves and hit the forest floor in front of her. Dust filtered through it as she watched.
She drew in a heavy breath and smiled. The forest was peaceful somehow, yet not still.
The leaves rustled, brushing against each other and murmuring their secrets to each other.
The secrets that none else could understand. They are secrets of the past, secrets of the future. They are stories so old no one alive remembers them.
But, sometimes, if you listen hard enough, you might faintly hear bits and pieces. Fragments of time, lost forever.
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Petals of Eternity
PuisiA bunch of poems and metaphorical shorts. Some may be triggering for those struggling with depression, suicide, etc. But some of them will also be meant to give hope.
