Just like smoke, our love dissipated from thin air, leaving only a small trace of scent from the fire that can burn the whole forest down.
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Moon Child | Ongoing
Poetry"Home isn't always four walls. Sometimes it's one warm embrace And two people's heartbeats as one. " - Moon Child (StarHues) Collection of poems mostly tackling about falling in love with someone out of your reach. Musings about the pain of unrequit...
Forest Smoke
Just like smoke, our love dissipated from thin air, leaving only a small trace of scent from the fire that can burn the whole forest down.
