My rock March 08, 2019 drifting on the erratic currents of my fragile mind flying blindI still find my way home to youmy solid rock amidst the wild, wild waves you are a beacon a buoyI nestle within the shelter of your arms safe Share Get link Facebook Twitter Pinterest Email Other Apps Labels micropoetry π¬π§ Share Get link Facebook Twitter Pinterest Email Other Apps Comments
December 01, 2021 whispered to the stars ✨ countless names, -yet all the same the ones we loved the ones we lost once upon a time remembered, but forgotten they'll remain always always the same Read more
Dead languages February 10, 2019 elderly woman listening to dead languages distant sounds in her mind she answers the ghosts of the past Read more
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