She felt the rain on her skin
It was cold, freezing
she felt alive
The trees around her
moved with the wind
and she was going to
meet the moon
The sky was as infinite
as her dreams and she ran
chasing the pale light
of the stars
“Who am I?”
echoed in her empty
heart
César Elias
Oi!! Gostei das histórias que você posta aqui, por que parou? Continue escrevendo para nós! ^^
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