Here I seek answers
Where the wind whispers secrets
That fade in the clouds
I write and take photos.
How does it work?
Fabulous!!! Love it!!!
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Her cerulean eyes A whirlpool of misery I willfully drown
By Chad Verzosa3 years ago in Poets
sit in the doorway peach trees foretelling their bloom last year’s jam on toast * I wait for the peach trees to bloom. The buds are swelled and fuzzy, a soft pale green.
By Natalie Wilkinson3 days ago in Poets
Now, listen up, you crazy lot, This ain't no ordinary poem, It's just quacked! (Quack!) You see; I was just waddling, While a couple were a-coddling,
By Carol Ann Townend5 days ago in Poets
Two and a half centuries ago, The muck of the Iwandapowa swamp parted. A great eye socket emerged, and blinked the cake of the terrain away.
By Noah Husband5 days ago in Fiction
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Fabulous!!! Love it!!!