It would be easy
If time was a sturdy rope
Instead of white sand
How does it work?
More stories from K L and writers in Poets and other communities.
Gemstones speak in blue I could hear the sun rays sing I want warmer days
By K L3 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 📚🪶4 days ago in Poets
In the quiet of dawn, it began, A whisper of life, a gentle span. Soft as a breeze, tender and new, A rhythm of hope, pure and true.
By Zain writes5 days ago in Poets
My annus horribilis Rushing to get my six-and-a-half-year-old daughter ready, I grabbed our coats; we were meeting a friend and her thirteen-year-old twins for a lunch and cinema date.
By Chantal Christieabout 2 hours ago in Humans
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