Going back to the start
To try and mend the pieces
Of my broken heart
I was loyal
To the bitter end
Even if our love
Was on the mend
She moved on very soon
Aurora Borealis sighting
From the moon
I took a trip up to the northern lights
And to the future
I will set my sights
About the Creator
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The Path to Salvation
The late autumn evening air filled the monk's lungs, but it wasn't the season that chilled his bones. The heavy-handed presence of evil he had sensed upon entering the woods surrounding this mountain village had not bothered to conceal itself from him.
By Made in DNA3 days ago in Fiction
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simply beautiful!