and notes, sleep and feathers, blue water, clear and clean glass, a bowl of slightly cooled ramen noodles, a light touch on the arm from someone you love, raindrops (gave up counting them at 17) on the window and a view of the town from the hill, a bit of a landslide, a storm and some lightning, now gentle thunder, clear but still grey skies, soft woolen sweaters, cup of tea and honey.
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heaven or hell? - a mindscape
Poetrycollection of original poems. sometimes random scraps and bits of thought. be careful, if you choose to venture further.
