Poems from Moonfaced Child

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Ever since I was a child in primary school, young and green in the springtime of life, art has been a central part of my identity. Not just...
Falling from heights unseen Pink blossoms sink onto the forest ground The foundation: a web of tangled roots, Adorned with flowers A robed...
Three travelers come across a forest, And pause to gaze-- Trees tall and hoar with age, in hushed air, Whose mossy trunks Are strikingly...