A girl in bare feet hums by the gate,Sketching dreams in the dust, shaping fate.Her crayons are broken, colors worn thin.Still, sunsets bloom on pages...
Trees are like secret wordsAnd mountains like reflections,Painting rivers and lakes beneath our feetWhere the ancestors and the womb are one. A recollection of memories...
I always thought hurt went both ways,But you’re so ironically perfectWhile breaking the heart you once mended.I now cloak myself with the uncanny night,As I...
