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
—and you call me embarrassing. your words sting, dripping with venom, sending my body into panic. I cry, half anger / half devastation.
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By Harper Lewis5 days ago in Poets
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