I look up at the majestic long branches of the blue gum tree. They gracefully stretch towards the sky, the leaves atop swaying as the wind passes through gently caressing them.
By Jasmina Petrovski3 years ago in Poets
It felt trapped. The heaviness piled up on top. The surrounding darkness seemed to be its only solace. Unable to withstand the confinement any longer led to an innate knowing that there had to be more.
By Jasmina Petrovski3 years ago in Fiction