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The fog surrounds me Like a misty white blanket Rocks, below my feet
By M3 years ago in Poets
With Tenzig Norgay, Sir Edmund Hillary Made Mount Everest Real.
By RJ Ashfield3 years ago in Poets
Hello, there. It’s me. Here to be a message you should hear. You are okay. You are not weak. You are strength. Look inward, you will see.
By Dylan S3 years ago in Poets
He’s a caring charismatic Yet abundantly peaceful Performed at the same time An intent cognitive As myself would say In a lovingly admirable
I see a possible future with almost everyone I look at I see some type of beauty within them But with you, I see brightness and grace
Different shaped petals, Uneven stems. Piles of weeds, And overgrown flower beds. Mud puddles form, The grass grows agile.
The heat of the spring Clasping itself around me The white walls now echoed light The sun mellowly roaming Eyes agaze by the new generation of flowers
Imposing in sleep, Over earth looms the Titan, Within a fire swells.
By Alexander G Gonzales3 years ago in Poets
Málaga wine taste from Phoenician to Greek glass Romans, Moors, British * 11 Nov. 2022 *** Thank you for reading!
By Moon Desert3 years ago in Poets
My knee starts to bleed I slipped on the mossy rock I continue up
I settle on down Four thousand feet below me The view wakes my boots
venation of leaf it resembles my weak nerves constant bad wing spread * 11 Nov. 2022 *** Thank you for reading!
