Birds at My Window

Birds at My Window

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The sun rises from the mountains in the east and falls back to sleep with the hills in the west, yet the birds at my window never fret. *** NOTE: I'm new at this, and by "this" I mean writing a poem and making it public without overthinking it. I wrote this bit a few days ago, if I am correct, and intrusivity won after telling me to post it so here you have it folks!! Tell me what you think, what you liked or what you didn't (constructive criticism is always appreciated) leave a comment and a vote and... enjoy :) P.S: I do not own any of the pictures used, all rights to rightful owner. Alrighto you can get to the poem now after me being as fussy as an old grandpa.
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{poetry : completed} "𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐤𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞." in a tiny corner of the world, but in the vast corner of my imagination, this is my paracosmic delusion, something that i've created out of indignant, dejected and euphoric emotions. each word in this book constitutes my delusional nightmares, the ones that i know aren't really there yet i write about them anyway. this is me, my barest and deepest feelings, and my monstrous thoughts. ✦✦✦ [all rights reserved | ©2021 ] [ cover designed by me ] [ peace \/ ]

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