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We mark the hours, months, and memories we leave behind. We hope to keep them suspended in time, so we hold on to them as long as we can, till we take them to their graves. Time of Death is a collection of 44 poems steeped in the quiet ache of change; from the fleeting warmth of summer love to the chill of winter loss, each verse pulses with the rhythm of seasons turning and lives in motion. This is a story of endings and beginnings, of roots torn from familia
We mark the hours, months, and memories we leave behind. We hope to keep them suspended in time, so we hold on to them as long as we can, till we take them to their graves. Time of Death is a collection of 44 poems steeped in the quiet ache of change; from the fleeting warmth of summer love to the chill of winter loss, each verse pulses with the rhythm of seasons turning and lives in motion. This is a story of endings and beginnings, of roots torn from familiar soil, and the fragility of what remains. Time of Death is a poetic eulogy for the moments that shape us and a wish upon the ones we carry forward; because at our time of death, it is poetry that lives.
We mark the hours, months, and memories we leave behind. We hope to keep them suspended in time, so we hold on to them as long as we can, till we take them to their graves. Time of Death is a collection of 44 poems steeped in the quiet ache of change; from the fleeting warmth of summer love to the chill of winter loss, each verse pulses with the rhythm of seasons turning and lives in motion. This is a story of endings and beginnings, of roots torn from familia
We mark the hours, months, and memories we leave behind. We hope to keep them suspended in time, so we hold on to them as long as we can, till we take them to their graves. Time of Death is a collection of 44 poems steeped in the quiet ache of change; from the fleeting warmth of summer love to the chill of winter loss, each verse pulses with the rhythm of seasons turning and lives in motion. This is a story of endings and beginnings, of roots torn from familiar soil, and the fragility of what remains. Time of Death is a poetic eulogy for the moments that shape us and a wish upon the ones we carry forward; because at our time of death, it is poetry that lives.
All the flowers in the world would dress up to catch the wandering eye of a poet. Every star in the boundless night sky would shatter at a poet’s mercy. For once you become a poet’s muse, you are made immortal. Every experience, every feeling, every thought can be translated to words, an idea encapsulated by this collection of poetry.
All the flowers in the world would dress up to catch the wandering eye of a poet. Every star in the boundless night sky would shatter at a poet’s mercy. For once you become a poet’s muse, you are made immortal. Every experience, every feeling, every thought can be translated to words, an idea encapsulated by this collection of poetry.
It’s been 78 hours and 24 minutes since I ran away from the land I’ve been confined to my entire life. The only thing keeping me lucid within the lush canopy of the forest is the thought of a new life, a future away from everything- from everyone that had caged me back in Elletra. To all Read More...
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