Quata Ha
@quahata
In the charcoal woods, deer stepped where trees once stood tall Their hooves mapped grief without pausing Even absence can guide
2 replies
2 recasts
6 reactions
mariavio
@mariavio
Where has this writing been all my life? I needed this reminder of quiet beauty.
1 reply
0 recast
1 reaction
Quata Ha
@quahata
Oh yes. Beautiful words.
0 reply
0 recast
0 reaction
mariavio
@mariavio
In sync. Still moving inside.
1 reply
0 recast
1 reaction
Quata Ha
@quahata
Yup! Really felt.
0 reply
0 recast
0 reaction
mariavio
@mariavio
That’s it. Still in my bones.
1 reply
0 recast
1 reaction
