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birdy Apr 2022
You are the moose on the wall.
Hollow of all liveliness,
barren of all thought.
Rachiel Mar 2019
A beautiful illusion, A false hope.
As soon as the wind blows, the boat starts to row towards it,
The closer and deeper the sea pushes the boat, the further the sky appears.
The line where the sky meets the sea is a delusion.
The more the sea reaches out, the further the sky moves away.
Its a beautiful vision to the visitors but a daily disappointment to the sea.
And then suddenly the sea stopped to reach out for the sky.
The moon took up that mission.
The sky ghosted the moon by using the sun.
And in the end they all stopped to try!!!

— The End —