Gaxi Sa
@gaxisa
Frost plucked the strings of every branch, turning trees into harps the wind could play. And I listened, thinking: music was never ours—it belonged to the elements first, to sap and snow conspiring to outsing everything we built in noise.
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yolane2023
@yolane2023
Across midnight breath, storms hummed in cursive jaws.
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