Fragile blue planet
Cradled in my arms, I am
Mother to the World
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More stories from WC York and writers in Poets and other communities.
Color outside the lines. What are these lines anyway but a mere suggestion. The place where I stop and you start, those lines are blurred
By WC York5 years ago in Poets
Today I started packing To walk away from my life The suitcases were filled Clown nose to the side My empty whisky bottle collection stared back
By Renessa Norton6 days ago in Poets
Valentine's Day. it's called a "Hallmark holiday" and traditionally observed by roses chocolate, cards and romantic gestures.
By Colleen Walters5 days ago in Poets
Every Anniversary, I take the day off. A day to rest, and remember. A day to be kind and gentle to myself, and remind my heart and mind that it is ok to not be ok.
By Natasja Rose6 days ago in Humans
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