Details

Moving air.
Bird songs.
The world and your mind.

The moans of the wind rustling the world around you,
Arising questions and quelling answers as you accept.

The undertones of the bird songs sing a different meaning
Dark meanings covered by light answers and hope and truth.

The world rustles your inspiration and passion and words
As they flow effortlessly from your head to your hands
Your fingers tingle with a need to move
To write
To say.

I've never understood
Why details are importent.

Burnt Black Petals

VT

18 years old

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