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efterfesten

 

the afterparty

In the barren moors,
the silence swells,
filling the void.

Tears fall,
carving trails on the skin,
yet providing a moist clarity,
mending broken places.

The grass whispers
secrets of rebirth,
every drop a promise,
every tear a renewal.

The horizon stretches,
endless, with hope
seeping into the earth.

In this moment,
life whispers softly
in the language of
rain and silence.

 

in the barren moors,
silence swells,
filling the void.

Tears fall,
carving paths on skin,
yet bring a moist clarity,
mending broken places.

The grass whispers
secrets of rebirth,
each drop a promise,
each tear a renewal.

The horizon stretches,
endless, with hope
seeping into the soil.

In this moment,
life whispers softly
in the language of
rain and silence.
 
 

 

 

 




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