Creation

Yellow apples make love with red apples: the oranges are born.

The night ran away like shooting stars that escape from home. 

Some random line set the last summer sky on fire.

And the mountains yelled but no one heard; now they suffer, in silence. 

Author's Note

Write something everyday.

Reviews

[An owl on the moon]

Ola, Priscila! Was just watching a video last night about how the educational systems of the world often suppress creativity, tending to focus on math, science, and linguistics over music, art, and dance, though these are vital to us in our human experience. And there you are, always awakening my mind and soul to deeper things, to the beautiful essence of life, to the magic of the creative world. May you only shine brighter with each passing day! Maravilhosa, amiga!