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He also brought his camera. “This is what we are going to do,” he started, glancing at me. “We are going to write poems here.” “Really?” “Yeah. To lessen the heavy feeling inside your heart.” I faced him and held his gaze. “How did you know that?” “Woman, you’re being listless today.” He wandered around his eyes. “Let’s relax a little bit here.” He passed me the paper and the pen. “Let the ink bleed exactly what you feel.”

Seren’s words still echoed gently in her heart: > Begin with love. So she breathed once — a calm, deliberate breath — and began to write. --- The First Line The quill moved on its own at first, guided by instinct older than time. Lines of light rippled into being, forming words that pulsed in rhythm with her heart. > “In the beginning, there was a song that remembered everything.” The moment she wrote it, the blank expanse quivered. From the words bloomed a sound — soft at first, then fuller, warmer, alive.

Sitting in the garden for hours and Vastria was only able to write a couple of poems she thought long and hard about. The first one she was inspired by the cool wind that kept blowing through the trees and flower bushes. She also thought about the element of earth and its connections. She then remembered the class she was in the middle of taken before being brought into this new world. It was an advanced nature/environmental writing and literature course. She wanted to finish the course, but now she could not. She still continued to write, nonetheless. The wind poem she came up with was written as such: