Mountains use mirrors
They push back soil like hair strands
Rocks are their sole comb
How does it work?
More stories from K L and writers in Poets and other communities.
Engulfed by ice caps The mountains swallow light snow Their mouths are barren
By K L3 years ago in Poets
I always considered myself a hopeless romantic and wondered what that really means. Here's how Cerebral at resilience lab.us describes a hopeless romantic:
By Colleen Walters5 days ago in Poets
Begin by assuming something has already taken hold. Do not wait for confirmation. Attachment does not arrive with ceremony.
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales5 days ago in Poets
The sails ruffled in the breeze as we cruised along. The Sea Breeze was a mid-size catamaran that sailed out of Royal Naval Dockyard in Bermuda. We had booked this trip weeks in advance and were now looking at our Captain, Spike and two boat hands. Paddy and Wilson seemed like nice guys, joking around with the passengers and telling us some stories about Bermuda that only locals would know. Their island accents sounded almost British but they were pleasant to listen to.
By Barbara Gode Wiles3 days ago in Fiction
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