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Found a stick with a charred end and this Fae came from the ashes

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Found a stick with a charred end and this Fae came from the ashes. I call her Wander the ash fae.

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Poem: 22/Feb/20

Can I tell you something?
The world isn't as round as it may seem-
It's got mountains that are jagged
And crevices that are falling
Can I tell you something?
My life isn't as easy as I may deem
There are black holes like ladles
That scoop the expectations from your dreams

Maybe we're waiting
For a bell's tolling
Maybe we're waiting
For something breathtaking

Can I tell you something- it's not a secret something?
Yet it may scare your feelings
That the pavements are smooth
Because the ground is as worn out as you
Can you please see something?
Past your own views?
It's not all about you
Because the cities that echo
So far below
Aren't echoing stars
Like all the colours of mars
In a calming Black Sea of rest
Those lights are pinpricks of abyss
Where someone in pain lives

Can I say the oblivious something?
We're all suffering
Maybe we're waiting
For something
To make it worth it

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