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Trail away

Trail me away with questions and the weight of your love. Abyss is not yet invented Just seen in shadow moons… Cast me away with a thought replenishing with haze in mid mountain mornings… I carry feelings in my pockets

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Posted in Invisible stories, Iron Tales, My poems, Wordsmith

“Language is not like the sun,
heating and scorching
but like the moon
keeping secrets
and the arcane magic of the night
throwing stars
in the lilacs’ claws
till dawn.” -Iulia Halatz

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