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Shadows and Calm

In the late nights When the air is finally quiet, When the breaths are long and drawn out, I can relax and melt into the Fabric of this reality, And feel both grounded and ethereal— Almost swept up by my own dreams Submerged beneath And floating beyond the skies Both simultaneously.

A Saturday Picnic

And the day started with a bold and sudden thought To enjoy this brisk day To have a picnic with my love. To enjoy nice treats and have lunch Stomached with reading Books It was quiet The sound of wind comforted The state of calm enveloped me The state of calm with every turn ofContinue reading “A Saturday Picnic”