She Becomes A Lotus — Untangled

Rising from the mud Shaken by the moon that shines behind the shadow trees She tenses and listens. Hearing the leaves rustle in the wind the cicadas hum, and the birds flapping their goodnight wings her mind feels tricked by the sounds of the night. The humidity in the air creates a slow-motion dance of fog […]

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