"A Window"
He's a window that shows me light.
He shows me beautiful, clandestine sights.
He shows me the greatness that lies outside.
He wants me to escape.
But I can't.
I have given the past my plight...
Second.
-Isabella Atienza
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Stars Above You
PoesíaIt's WW2, and Isabella Atienza is still unable to move on from a harsh break up, and the malevolent memories of the past. She no longer sees light in the world. Her creativity dying alongside this fading hope of happiness. However, she finds refuge...
