'nature'
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No roof over your head
No floor at your feet
No steel doors to sustain
Just you...
For an eternityI wandered the vastness of the pastupon reaching the hearth of homemy journey felt completesouls to admirereflections to cradlefears to quell--For an eternity
Sunshine gleams
and warms my scar covered arms,
and my scar covered insides.
The soothing warm breeze leaves gentle kisses
on my broken body,
and my broken heart.
This isn't much different. Just further, more stagnant.
I sit in my room with the lights dim, losing track of the days and my brain's caving in but-
Snowfall. Dawn.
Today’s a new day; I woke up under a tree.
I did not see it before, was used to being in cages
For the one in my company, I have nothing to bring,
Setting fire to the slumberous night
The sun awakens at dawn
The creature wake with eyes of light
La Luna goes to bed with a wondrous yawn
Setting fire to the slumberous night
The sun awakens at dawn
The creature wake with eyes of light
La Luna goes to bed with a wondrous yawn
i am always growing.
looking back, i see my past self as a seed of something larger, struggling to weasel its way out of the staunch, sturdy soil and bathe itself in the cleansing glow of the sun.
I’ve never been good at starting a conversation. The idea of initiating a dialog used to seem as though it was easy . As if the books I read had all the answers, but what looks good on paper doesn’t always work once you look out into the world.
Roughly Windswept fickle hairs,
Motley, many, green and fair
An Intricate commodity
Blindly trampled haughtily
Each so glossy, keen and thin
All will fall, though none know when
Shall I compare you to the wonders of nature?You have the majesty of the tiger, You are vivid and bright as the northern lights.I find you more valuable than any other beauty;
O Here rises the morning sun!The grass sprouts for the sunrise;The trees dance as the wind howls;Primroses and Cowslips bloom with joy.
The sun is shining
Cloud is floating
Starry and snowflakes fluttering
The rotation of four seasons still goes on restlessly
Breeze and drizzle still passes across〝the manor〞
streaks of color
a droplet / a prism
bold, crazy, rainbow.
the scent
the earth soaked in new sunshine
fresh dew
music
no human can replicate.
the notes
It’s flowering today on the breeze
pale purple with a delicate scent;
Silk petals that bruise like my skin-
The beauty of the mist is fragile,
Pitter patter of the rain on my head
Sends the fears straight to bed,
In the things gone unsaid.
And the crackle of the thunder
Sending all the pain asunder
Taking respite in the clouds
Dear reader, it’s you. How’re you doing?Have you followed your passion? Are you living your dreamUp at college? Even if your parents first dreamed it for you,You made it your own; that takes effort to do!
You speak the language of the trees
and branches of the lungs you breathe.
You feel rocks with your heart
and you know the best
how to reach thier peaks.
You have no fears,
and all their paths
Summer gives way to fall, becomes winter
Those old joyful days fade with the sunlight
Engulfed by the distance, fade fainter
May this memory fade to one more bright
Over the mountain
Over the hill
Traveling this wide land
Year after year
And oh, don’t you know
I love you so, forever and ever
And oh, don’t you know
I love you so, forever and ever
A balm for hurting hearts;
A peaceful dwelling for those in peril;
Joy to a singing heart;
Full of rest for those who are weary;
A house of friends for the wanderer;
Provider for the lacking;
