Description
A book by C.M Where the wasteland lies south, up north is the islands, and each island differs from the last. Whether it be burnt to ashes mixed into white sand, or flowerbeds pressed into the soil, or thorns of something bitter and gripping, or the sun's blinding light. This, is paradise, I promise. (Another lie) ______ This is a collection of word vomit of prose and poems I wanted separate from "Not a Wasteland (A Lie)" which is my other collection of short story,s which I suggest you guys check out for more actually short story-esque oneshots. Please be kind, I'm not aiming to be perfect at this, I just like poetry but I am not the best, and quality is never guaranteed, I just want to have fun My tumblr is @c-delmal and I also post my proses and poems on there
The Wind (And The Voices It Carries)
