edinburgh gardens, fitzroy north, Wurundjeri Land: after rain
inhale: petrichor
fat raindrops fall on warm path
exhale: damp-earth, peace
About the Creator
ali
a tangled mess of thoughts. occasionally a clear one bursts through. how about writing things in a public forum? seems wise.
she / her
unceded Wurundjeri & Boon Wurrung Lands
substack: aliwriteswords
insta / upscrolled: @aliwriteswords
'Till Death We Do Art
There would be nothing divine in this world without art. Nature may surpass the divine to all intents and purposes, but like everything it absorbs and is absorbed by, it remains here, stuck on the surface of this world, ever-present, physically bound to the universe.
By Avocado Nunzella BSc (Psych) -- M.A.P a day ago in Art
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This is one of the many things I love about summer, and reading this poem makes me feel calm ☀️
Today is Chinese New Years. Happy New Years!
Today is Chinese New Years. Happy New Years!
LOVE IT