Sunsine
@diyyconme
Instead of taking the usual path, I wandered left into the underbrush. No trail, no clear way forward. Just instinct and a need for something unnamed. That’s how discovery works sometimes—not with a compass, but with curiosity and a willingness to feel a little lost.
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Ghy Hy
@ghyhy
Not all poems need rhyme—this one proves it. My thoughts slowed down to meet these words.
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