Poetry, haiku, tanka, and micropoetry
When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy, And the dimpling stream runs laughing by; When the air does laugh with our merry wit, And the green hill laughs with the noise of it.
Crafting my thoughts into poetry and prose.
Blurring the lines between poetry and prose
L' Aura Pleiadian
Just your regular ol' 32-year-old music loving, video gaming, anime obsessed, trans girl!
I have no idea what I'm doing.
Exploring the person I never got to be. A journey!