Re: Nasha’s Names and Stories
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Nasha’s Names and Stories
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Celebrating Love
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Melancholy Dreams
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The Dreaming
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Dust in the Gloam
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Meadow
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Blossoms in Despair
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The Sky’s Silent Song
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Field
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Graceful Flight
Re: Nasha’s Names and Stories
Posted: Fri Nov 22, 2019 12:53 am
The Call of Blood and Fear
Drip.
Drip drip.
A sound, so quiet it almost isn’t heard.
It comes with a smell of iron.
Blood in the air.
Drip.
Drip drip drip.
Another sound, a soft moan.
Or maybe it’s a muffled scream.
Fear on the wind.
They call out.
Drip.
Drip drip.
A sound, so quiet it almost isn’t heard.
It comes with a smell of iron.
Blood in the air.
Drip.
Drip drip drip.
Another sound, a soft moan.
Or maybe it’s a muffled scream.
Fear on the wind.
They call out.
Re: Nasha’s Names and Stories
Posted: Mon May 18, 2020 12:43 am
Lullaby of the Ghostly Moon
Re: Nasha’s Names and Stories
Posted: Mon May 18, 2020 12:44 am
Matters of the Heart
Someone is whispering
Calling out to her
They say she can’t know
She can’t understand
The matters they speak of
They belong only to the heart
Not the head
Someone is whispering
Calling out to her
They say she can’t know
She can’t understand
The matters they speak of
They belong only to the heart
Not the head
Re: Nasha’s Names and Stories
Posted: Mon May 18, 2020 12:46 am
Decayed Beauty
A deliciously sweet and ripe apple
It sits alone on the ground
Time slowly rots it
It’s perfect beauty decays
A deliciously sweet and ripe apple
It sits alone on the ground
Time slowly rots it
It’s perfect beauty decays