Here I seek answers
Where the wind whispers secrets
That fade in the clouds
I write and take photos.
How does it work?
Fabulous!!! Love it!!!
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Her cerulean eyes A whirlpool of misery I willfully drown
By Chad Verzosa3 years ago in Poets
My feet sink into the wet sand as the tide flushes by, covering everything in disappearing crystals of warm ocean. I’m running, I think, and the spray clings to my ankles, obscuring my legs from the lens.
By Maura Bernsteinabout 11 hours ago in Poets
I pray she would choose her own good, not rebellion. Let her see the countless miracles that swirled around her, as fall leaves,
By Rowan Finley about an hour ago in Poets
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By Elizabeth Woods4 days ago in Psyche
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Fabulous!!! Love it!!!