There is a reason
When it rises and explodes
The mind expands
The heart overwhelms
The moon gives its way
To the blast on dark air
A magnificent performance
A fleeting phantom flash
Came slowly down
Into every child’s heart
And stay
The Hunter With Wings
It Began When I Was Very Little. I found a heart shape leaf and kept it between the pages of my fairytale book. Often, I held and waved it gently on my face, I smelled the mud and chlorophyll; echoes from nature exert an everlasting pull on my heart. One day the leaf crushed. I believed that the fairy liked it so much and had to steal it away. I tried to look for the same leaf, but can never find one alike.The cedar fragrance, valley wildflowers, falls beauties, ghost frost, all the nerves trembling feels that connect to my heart are the aims - My hunting expedition began.
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