i am free
bottomless as the sea
i used to think
there was nothing
quite as poetic as
a wound
did i forget how gentle
the soil feels?
how powerful the
crashing waves,
how quietly a flower
blooms?
the lullaby of crickets
the warm nights that come in june
and that once in a lifetime
the sun eclipses the moon
Apr 11, 2024
Apr 11, 2024 at 8:49 PM UTC
i am free
bottomless as the sea
i used to think
there was nothing
quite as poetic as
a wound
did i forget how gentle
the soil feels?
how powerful the
crashing waves,
how quietly a flower
blooms?
the lullaby of crickets
the warm nights that come in june
and that once in a lifetime
the sun eclipses the moon
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