Some poems feel like Sunday mornings… blue skies, wildflowers, laughter you don’t have to think about. Some feel like rain on your birthday… quiet, heavy, sitting in places you didn’t expect. And then there’s mine. A little eerie. A little haunting. Beautiful in a way that doesn’t sit right at first. A little broken. A little funny. But beware… these aren’t the kind of words you just read and forget. My words linger longer than you want them to. Finding you when it’s quiet and there’s nothing left to distract you- as they quietly imprint on your soul. ☪︎ Solmara Noctavea...