The whispers of winds abandon the prying woodland, and as they go, the divine city matures in impatience. "The interval in transfer is far too slow," in unison they roar. "Expedite!" Their bellows grow louder and louder, and to such great delight, the forest buzz proliferates. They underhandedly fabricate yet compel the murmurs to voyage high and
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you choose words with such forcefulness & power.
It's wondrous to read (and undeniably
gorgeous to hear out loud, really).
No sides remain the same; no bones left unnoticed.
Perfect.
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Inner thoughts: Yay! Someone was moved by it, someone was moved by it. (In a singsong kind of tone. Think children teasing each other. Haha.)
It's so much easier to write about something you're passionate about. (An obvious statement) Writing feels effortless when ardor and ferver are present. JUSTICE! WOOOOH. XD
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