As she turned around, the world hit her on the face. She felt dizzy. With confusion. With decisions made and unmade without a sound. With lost trails of arguments blossoming into beauty. Into confidence. Into an alley of some golden-yellow sunshine.
She faces the brave new world.
She will take it in her stride.
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The Moon
shines
on a cat
Meow
As a native Swede,I am particularly proud of my love poetry suite Sonnets for Katie.
My Poems
My wallpaper art Babes!)
Yours,
- Peter Ingestad, Sweden
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