Moon bids Sun adieu. Perched above the horizon; A vast blue sea stills.
By Akou3 years ago in Poets
Comfort … Comfort is the coolness of the wet sand beneath my feet as I inch closer to the waves lapping the shore. It is the cool breeze teasing my locs as I look out towards the sunset.
She was like a prism A seemingly translucent, lack lustre mechanism See, her past trials shaped her Solidified her in all of her triumphant and pure glory
By Akou5 years ago in Poets
