Zion gushes pearls.
Birthing light among shadows.
Rain drizzles through clouds.
How does it work?
Ah, beautiful imagery
More stories from Amelia Reiling and writers in Poets and other communities.
The Square Beneath still waters a square metamorphoses into a bright orange circle with yellow wings. The square that was mutters curse words.
By Amelia Reiling5 years ago in Poets
I have always wanted a bouquet of friends. Colorful, vivid with the scent of life. One of each of my favorite flowers Plucked from a year, a generation, a time.
By Silver Daux5 days ago in Poets
gushing and swirling my glass is overflowing water keeps running
By Tina D. Lopez3 days ago in Poets
My parents gave me my first cell phone when I was twelve years old. It wasn't a fancy iPhone or anything, not even close. Just a simple black flip phone for when I needed to call or text them after school.
By Madison "Maddy" Newton2 days ago in Humans
Comments (1)
Ah, beautiful imagery