A Heavy Emptiness
The leaves were a pale ruby and sunlight filtered through them, making them aglow. Autumn had arrived, she realized just then. Strange...
Hi, there! Swati this side. I am a wannabe writer and I have created this blog in the hopes of removing the term wannabe from my description. For years, I have kept my writings shoved into a corner of my head, safely hidden from the bustling world outside. I write about my passions, my thoughts, and curious wonderings about our world. I have founded Dead Poetry with a mission to give others a taste of what goes on in my mind.
Take some time to explore the blog, read something spouted from the depths of my mind, and feel free to reach out if you would like to collaborate on a project together.
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(I also worship Hozier and I love warm hugs!)