i never understood why i always came back to you. and then, on no particular day the leaves were changing; i saw geese flying overhead in search of something warmer, safer, perhaps more certain.
i wished upon their scheduled arrival in spring, knowing they could not forget their home. although freedom shows ambition, it shows your heart.
i realized migration is nothing more than a cycle, the want and primitive instinct to return to home, to return to you.
- i suppose that was our fall
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Spilled Moonlight
Poetry"I took a swig of moonlight and swayed with the stars" A collection of poems, short letters, and quotes. Delicately laced with stardust and woven together in the hours of the moon. Each differently sculpted, for the moon's silver drops had someth...
