fly blue and yellow
bow your head, hands together
pray for peace on earth
My long search continues.
How does it work?
Terrific!!!
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By Steve Lance3 years ago in Poets
What’s wrong with a song or poem with rhyme? I find my mind pondering, wandering, wondering much of the time. Unbelievably, inconceivably… to some, rhyme is worse than slime or grime!
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶5 days ago in Poets
“Under the microscope, the world was logical. Crystals didn’t lie. They had a clear structure, predictable fractures, and a pure beauty.”
By Magma Starabout 21 hours ago in Poets
I was not going to write about this because it is one of those subjects I find too painful to talk about. However, I've decided to take the courage to talk about it, because I feel my feelings on the topic need to be expressed.
By Carol Ann Townend2 days ago in Humans
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