There are places in the world
Soaked in constant light
For days, weeks, or months without end:
The Land of the Midnight Sun
A time when sunset is sunrise.
Easily, my beloved, I can relate this back to you
Because when you’re by my side
I’ve never seen the night.
You do not understand
The depth of my feelings
Or even how deep
I’d run within you
Only an ocean could
Know this vastness
I tell story of a village in India
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Daydreaming and then, maybe, writing a poem about it. And that's my life.
Stories that began in the heart of the South African lowveld.
Poet and Artist ✫ Jay Mora-Shihadeh
"To be loved and love at the highest count, means to lose all the things I can't live without. Let it be known that I will choose to lose, it's a sacrifice, but I can't live a lie" -Adele-
Creativity meeting intrinsic memories
Benjamin Grossman 