Nov 2017
Darkness blankets
the sky,
and the
w i n d
gains a
voice
by r u s h i n g
through the leaves.
Droplets
of stardust
f
a
l
l
onto my head.
This
untamed wilderness
is ironically calming;
it's like looking into a
mirror.
the sky,
and the
w i n d
gains a
voice
by r u s h i n g
through the leaves.
Droplets
of stardust
f
a
l
l
onto my head.
This
untamed wilderness
is ironically calming;
it's like looking into a
mirror.
