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The Unwritten Place

  • Writer: μ
    μ
  • Mar 15
  • 1 min read

My eyes are a scope.



It’s snowing in the north.


It’s winding in the south.



My ears are sonar.



The bards are flying from the east.


The sky graduated into shades of orange and pink.



My mouth is a map .


“The rainbow is for the west.”

 
 
 

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