Filep Rudamas Vahid @frvl@writing.exchange
I'm usually busy writing for the school paper. I've also been seen writing posts on my blog and roaming the city aimlessly while listening to 'unusual ' music.
@matt
Bit of both. With the passing of time and the comfort of routines even the most sublime details of life will fade away.
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Let us know what you'd like to see in it!
https://discuss.write.as/t/remark-as-privacy-first-portable-comments/25
awoken from sleep
on a path through the mountains
rain
the night passes so slowly
the moon wanes
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winter solitude
and within every dewdrop
we walk on the roof of hell
cherry blossoms
sundown
in this upside-down world
evening stillness
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We're still in the design phase for the foreseeable future, but this kind of feedback from you helps us build the right product from the start.
boozy on blossoms
an empty snail shell
for another year
summer moon
early morning…
a leaf…
listening to snow
the first firefly…
nothing left
snow light
Blue — by frvl's blog
Thoughts on 'The Florida Project' — by frvl's blog
https://blog.frvl.me/thoughts-on-the-florida-project
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pipe smoke blowing
the sound of raindrops
i'll close it
snowstorm
the moon reflected
but slowly, slowly
with this rising bath-mist
and there is loneliness
winter begins
changing my mind
in the checkout line
before i met him
summer cicadas
back gate opens
hanging above the fireplace
back gate opens
wild goose flies away…
smoke scented air
snoring
would always remain this way
how cold the wind
evening
to the north…
did you make your first journey?
