I think words are magic but I don't know how to use them. full of imposter syndrome.
In, and out. In, And out. I watch the silent swoop of the turbine blades. The tops disappearing into fog, and then slicing their way back out again.
By Feyre St. Clair2 months ago in Poets
there is this beach in portugal, a small fishing village, where the main street fills on sunday night with locals, and tourists
By Feyre St. Clairabout a year ago in Poets
she is of water, guided by moon and ocean mercurial. vast . he is of the earth. careful thinker, calm and still,