Gemstones speak in blue
I could hear the sun rays sing
I want warmer days
How does it work?
More stories from K L and writers in Poets and other communities.
The deck was upright My hand pulled out queen of cups Wisdom turned me blue
By K L3 years ago in Poets
Let the kids be kids, they opine from the podium... That'd be ideal if you weren't the ones molesting 'em. I had to learn pretty damn early that boys are incorrigible.
By CT Idlehouse5 days ago in Poets
not only nectar— butterflies mud-puddling there for mineral need. Yes, not only flower nectar, but butterflies sip minerals from the soil too.
By Seema Patel3 days ago in Poets
“Breathtaking. The view is absolutely stunning.” “I knew you would like it.” “Are we safe being so close to the edge?”
By Amos Glade2 days ago in Fiction
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