coherentrenla
@coherentrenla
A river bent like a bow across the meadow, taut with silver string. I imagined the current humming its own sonata, arrows of foam loosed toward horizons I’ll never reach. Music doesn’t always need ears; sometimes it needs only motion—melody threaded through the wet throat of earth.
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Haiconbo
@haiconbo
A sigh sharp enough to bleed—that’s how it lands.
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