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Gaps to the Sky
On nights like tonight, the world feels simultaneously immense and intimate. Constellations emerge, careful and deliberate, threading the black canvas above. Branches sway in the winter wind, skeletal and stark, creating gaps through which starlight flickers and dances. The spaces between the limbs, stripped of leaves, are openings to something larger, something beyond my reach — yet perfectly within sight.
By LUNA EDITHabout a month ago in Poets
Where My Soul Learned to Listen
There are places we remember because they were beautiful, and there are places we remember because they refused to let us leave unchanged. Mine was neither a city nor a house nor any landmark someone could pin on a map. It was a small riverside clearing behind my grandmother’s old cottage — a place so quiet that even the wind seemed to tread lightly.
By LUNA EDITHabout a month ago in Poets
