Blue
A deep forest
Lit only
By the immortal moonlight
For the heart that is stuck
In the midst of it all
Trapped
By the twirling vines
Encasing the treasure
That is her soul
Lost in her wandering eyes
Lost in the forest of herself
~N
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Waves
PoetryThese waves can only be painted with the brush of words, the people only being washed away in this unfathomable sea. ~N [#5 in Poetry on 8/2/18]
