Fernweh by Snimar

My feet itch and my toes crinkle It’s three a.m. in the morning and I can’t stop thinking about running away. My soul is a nomad trapped in a regular girl’s body. I want to feel the crispy morning air And make love to the dew drops. How hard is it to unmask the litter […]

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Cloud Painter by Lotus

I used to think a giant painted the sky. Sometimes, as I watched the sun sink its claws Into the horizon, or kiss the earth sweetly, I caught a fleeting glimpse of him. He spent days swirling colours in his workshop, Indefinitely searching for the perfect hue. I gazed open mouthed while he created Innumerable […]

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