Amid deep dark forest
Life is born and get nourished
Behind death as fount
-Prabir Gayen
Exploring the frontiers of art in the 21st century 🎭
Find my socials: Linktr.ee
How does it work?
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.
More stories from Adan and writers in Poets and other communities.
Time, a sprinting steed, is sometimes a brooding sage Swift and slow in turn!
By Adan3 years ago in Poets
In Newfoundland in Quidi Vidi, St. John’s, About 1771 a baby was born, To who, I don’t know, I can’t quite distinguish,
By Nani2 days ago in Poets
Do Not Answer The Door The knock arrived without sound, Yet every object heard it. Cups trembled where they stood, Dust lifted like breath.
By Marie381Uk 6 days ago in Poets
“Hi, Pop. How are you feeling today?” “I’m feeling fine, but who are you?” “I’m Jacob, your son. I was here visiting you yesterday, remember?”
By Mark Gagnon5 days ago in Fiction
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.