✦ the planetarium ✦

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unhurried, between thoughts

between the tide and wind

muted mornings, where the earth holds its breath

amidst the remnants of what once lived

carved from dusk and devotion, where silence sings through stone and shadow

a month spent in Paris under ashen skies and whispers of rain

Yearning for the ghost of grey London winters, lost in fog and fading light

and in quiet contemplation, we are but remnants of stars

a brief respite at the piano between classes, the ivory keys sing beneath my fingertips

early morning walks in paris

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my hands trace the intricate details of the cathedral walls, the cold stone sings beneath my fingertips

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