She weaves her lies with silken, cruel thread, Before her shadow fell upon their door, Their father's voice, echoes, hushed - now dead.
By Xine Segalas2 years ago in Poets
Evening fire crowns, stone sentinels quiet, the mountain's spire meets starry grounds. *****************************************************************
In the hush of winter's silent embrace, A world transformed, adorned with grace. A quilt of snow on the earth's soft bed,
By Kailee phillips2 years ago in Poets
The shell is broken (walls are down) - Cuts uncalloused fingers young with age - The calmest water turns around.
By Barb Dukeman2 years ago in Poets
