Petals and wings on the skin | Poetry [EN/ES]
Your scent, the paper boat for your child, sunflowers in the cemetery where the final step of the journey transformed into wheels, petals…
Your scent, the paper boat for your child, sunflowers in the cemetery where the final step of the journey transformed into wheels, petals…
I One migrates like the bison, freedom, illusion. Calm life, crisis, resistance. Sunflowers, bursts along the way.…
It looks like failure at the start Everything seems to pause just before it stands Before the mirror stands a mouse But it's not what you see but what you believe The road is…
The compass spins in a frantic dance Round it goes through the cardinals As the knights watch in patience Waiting to tell the horse where next to go. The ink is dry, the lines…
Hi, freewriters, It's Abeegail again, i wrote a poem today, we usually say we are afraid of the dark, spiders or heights but truly what are we really afraid of…
I A blow to the face, dragonflies on the precipice, swallows, reefs and a woman dressed as a butterfly. Blank canvas. II I kissed reefs…
I built a whale with my ribs. It was the first bone I offered when I kissed you in the dark and we didn't know how to…
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Nature, my friend in solitude, My love in loneliness, Never forsakes our companionship, Always kind, Always there, Always warm, Always true. Its enduring love envelopes my very…
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