earth|wind
The wind blows towards you, calming and refreshing. You lean on the windowsill, looking to the seas, hoping to find refuge far ahead from the raging storms inside your head. The sheets were empty for a little while now but his scent still lingers. He's long been gone but the scars remain.
The wind blows towards you, sweet and serene. You wish to be ready but you just can't let go - well, not yet.
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Heaven, Earth, and a little bit of hell
PoetryA collection of poems, prose and short stories that mirrors the raging storms inside my heart.
