“Snow was falling,
so much like stars
filling the dark trees
that one could easily imagine
its reason for being was nothing more
than prettiness.”
―
so much like stars
filling the dark trees
that one could easily imagine
its reason for being was nothing more
than prettiness.”
―
“it is a serious thing // just to be alive / on this fresh morning / in this broken world.”
― Red Bird
― Red Bird
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