Just because you cannot own the stars or sea
does not mean you retreat
refusing to bask in their radiance
and healing glory
~*~
Love is not jealously
locking something away
so that only your eyes
can watch it dance and play
~*~
Entitlement wrings your neck
steals contentment
convinces you that free-willed beings
should acquiesce to your requirements
~*~
True love is
always having open hands
a safe place for beauty to land
a launching pad for its wings to expand
K.B. Silver
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K.B. Silver
K.B. Silver has poems published in magazine Wishbone Words, and lit journals: Sheepshead Review, New Note Poetry, Twisted Vine, Avant Appa[achia, Plants and Poetry, recordings in Stanza Cannon, and pieces in Wingless Dreamer anthologies.
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CH 20~ Party Down
Argento’s ninth (eighteenth in earth years) Birthday came and went Thursday, the thirteenth, and he’d already received his father’s gift, if you could call it that. You had to commit a fairly serious infraction to be cut off; the Arch-Baron was keeping up appearances and maintaining his own reputation as much as any sense of love or attachment to Argento with his “gift.”
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🩷so lovely <3
Interesting article.
nice
Very nice