Mother Moon
We feel the sway of the moon
To our mother’s bosom we cling
At the heaven’s feet we swoon
Full or dark we’re worshiping.
The pull of tides cradle hearts
At her breast we are mollified
In her arms we’re created art
Full or dark, we’re pacified
An Independent Nondiscriminatory Platform With No Religious, Political, Financial, or Social Affiliations - FOUNDED 2014
Life is a patchwork of moments — laughter, solitude, everyday joys, and quiet aches. Through scribbled stories, I explore travels both far and inward, from sunrise over unfamiliar streets to the comfort of home. This is life as I see it, captured in ink and memory. Stick around; let's wander together.
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Daydreaming and then, maybe, writing a poem about it. And that's my life.
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