Gratitude
After the Next
Mushing on and on, Properties feels Like journeys on a beach. Eyes grounded, Are numbered already a path, Transformed them as I feet. Not alone, I have people. Are places to go, And the next, things. When so, Venturing to stations like me. They magnanimously Looks like a discovery. Each with the same name, "Cumulonimbus" "Cumulonimbus" "Cumulonimbus" "Cumulonimbus" "Cumulonimbus" People, places, and things... After the next.
By K.A. Smithabout a year ago in Poets
A Symphony of Love
A Symphony of Love Under roses' bloom and moonlit skies, love whispers softly, a melody only the heart can truly recognize. It’s not confined to fleeting romance or grand gestures but finds its strength in the bonds we nurture every day. A friend’s embrace after a trying moment, the laughter shared over simple joys, or the quiet comfort of knowing someone’s presence lights your world.
By Angie greenabout a year ago in Poets








