seasonal sunset before the year's long night— sleepy descent into creative darkness. seeds germinate beneath the cooling ground; there is [i think. i hope] healing in that stillness. i wish and pray for triumphant, awe-inspiring blooms when we all wake. i'll do my best to make something beautiful.
i love you, jess
Beautiful
Thank you ♥️
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♥️
Very beautiful poetry.
Thank you ♥️
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