i wonder what the moon thinks
everytime i look up at her
and ask questions
i could only
answer
comfortㅡ
a word that was never a question
the resiliency and accompaniment
the relief and the rest and the sigh
came out as if the moon asked for it
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butter fly thoughts
Poetryfor when the butterfly comes and my words with it, hope it reaches you and your soul. a four-part collection of just words with feelings. might not be for everyone. ✐ DISCLAIMER: May contain mature content. Read at your own risk.
