FilinThe Tears in the WindNo better name than what cannot be seen. Dragon like, unknown. Smoke trails, unshaping current. Shift glistens as clear as glass…4d ago4d ago
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FilinRefuge[Poem dedicated to Shiva — Hindu God of Destruction, Transformation, and RegenerationJul 3Jul 3
FilinThe PulseA hand leads mine no longer on the original path, taking me further from illusion In waves unseen, a force electric thrums, Vibrating…Jun 27Jun 27