Starlit moments caught in the breeze
are filled with echoes of memories
captured in the dark where only the moon can see.
I let out my held breath, ready to drown
in the stillness,
in the moment,
in what's found
Every dream is waking up
that I'd long ago put to sleep.
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Ellie Hoovs
Breathing life into the lost and broken. Writes to mend what fire couldn't destroy. Poetry stitched from ashes, longing, and stubborn hope.
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