nature boy
Inauspicious youth
a lush meadow green
quiet solemn oaks
a gentle head
full of not so gentle thoughts
slowly tilting towards the sky
bright blue azure dreams drifting upwards
like small balloons carelessly released by a child
Inauspicious youth
a lush meadow green
quiet solemn oaks
a gentle head
full of not so gentle thoughts
slowly tilting towards the sky
bright blue azure dreams drifting upwards
like small balloons carelessly released by a child
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do we/did we know each other? it’s irrelevant honestly, but … there’s something. familiar isn’t the right word. internal? like when i read your words. your voice, I can hear it. I’ve heard it before? I don’t know. Your writing has inspired me to be more creative again and I really treasure and value that I’ve found motivation/inspiration to do so :). So thank you for that, really. a lot.
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