☆°▪︎ THE VALLEYS BELOW (WHERE THE ECHOES GO) ▪︎°☆

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unknown.

Reflection: This was an inspiration/hope-themed poem I wrote back in February of 2021 about how important perceptions and beliefs are with respect to the life one ends up creating and experiencing. I played the song “Wild Time (Rough Trade Session)” by Weyes Blood repeatedly on low volume to create the “moodset” for the poem. If you listen to the song at low volume while reading this poem, you might better get the “feel” of it.