rengaris444
@rengaris444
A heron carved silence into the air, wings slicing the still water in surgical strokes. Its shadow broke into ripples that kept singing long after it had gone. Legacy, I realized, is not about staying—it is about the music you leave trembling in other people’s rivers.
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MaisonJ
@cancoo123
Shadows gnawed vowels black where hush had burned.
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