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1h · 18
Bird's-Eye View
Molly 1h
The sky is falling
head over heels
for a world that doesn't
bother looking up.
Meant for this to be longer, but I'm not sure it really needs to be...
1d · 729
Goliath
Molly 1d
Weary winds seek solace
in the arms of conifer giants,
having not yet discovered that
even mountain pines shiver
when winter is at its darkest.
An illusion of perfection.
Sep 5 · 763
Malcontent
Molly Sep 5
We lusted after opulence
and immortality
while the ravens hungered
for September to douse their dwellings
in amber and burnt sienna.
Sep 4 · 69
Red Herring
Molly Sep 4
I searched for starlight beneath the waves
while sand and sky wore matching shades of indigo
and remnants of reflected galaxies
drifted across the surface in plain view,
making their way lazily
to the shore where I once stood.
Don't you hate it when you miss something that's right in front of you?
Aug 26 · 199
Equinox
Molly Aug 26
February's gaze wanders ahead to
the last week of April, engraved with the
scent of lavender soap and sun-dried earth.
But, as always, these faded days
can only take him so far.
Maybe next spring.
Jul 18 · 302
Insomniac
Molly Jul 18
Ursa Major yawns,
knowing winter will
grant her no rest
nor hibernation,
for sleep does not come easy
beneath the weight of
the cosmos.
Jul 1 · 204
Gone
Molly Jul 1
The hills speak fondly of us,
of morning hazes and astral downpours,
keeping their voices low as they
trace our names in the earth, sheltered
in the shadow of the tallest peak.
May 30 · 129
Promenade
Molly May 30
Storms pass overhead
as midnight lumbers out from
its hiding place among the stars
to get its feet wet
and enjoy the rain.
May 28 · 297
Foxglove
Molly May 28
August leans in close,
its dew-stained breath no match
for the fawns who are still young enough
to leap through knee-high blades,
unencumbered by the warmth.
Perhaps we are still young enough
to join them before the wildflowers doze.
May 26 · 1.2k
Prelude
Molly May 26
It strikes, not with a gale,
but with a drizzle of cherry blossoms
and a flurry of gentle chords.
May 25 · 736
Clair de Lune
Molly May 25
The galaxy dances above the ether,
and the moon smiles at the melody,
knowing all the while
that it was written
just for her.

— The End —