I've written a few poetry novellas, but i feel bounded while writing them because i have to stick to the story. In this book, I've found freedom. I write of Icarus,of the stars of the moons, of the days and shimmering nights under moonlight's glow, under the sun's molten rays . I have written my of my wildest dreams, my deepest desire, my darkest secrets, my foulest thoughts. 

This is to the wind playing in the tree crowns, telling stories from foreign countries, from a thousand I love you' s and a thousand heartbreaks, this is to the wind brushing softly over your skin telling you everything you could be brave, fierce and free, this is to the wind carrying every dream and word ever spoken in between the stars where they shall never be forgotten

 I hope you enjoy reading it, please do leave your thoughts in the comments :)