POETRY | MIST

she dwells above the cloudbanks
each mass forms heavy raindrops
she grows sunflowers with her tears
until there’s a whole garden of fears

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POETRY | MY WINGS

I am falling

the kind that feels like flying

I stand in the limbo

while you shine above

and await beneathβ€”

both hands reaching

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