Look at the moon,
See how the waves dance with celestial synchrony?
They rise, they fall and recede
Just to do it all again.
But the tide is more than her fall and swell,
She is an accumulation of all the places she has been
And the stories woven within her transparent skin.
You belong to nature just as much as the ocean does
Both your blues birthed from the same womb
So the next time you fall down,
Promise me,
You'll look at the moon.
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Sunshine, Autumn Witches & Other Lies
PoetryA collection of poems that have whatsoever no connection to what I'm feeling but nevertheless has been written. You know, because if I have to be sad might as well make it aesthetic.
