Drawn canvas white plumes
Humble to house their beauty
Guests all, home is you.
How does it work?
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.
More stories from V.A. Jimenez and writers in Poets and other communities.
Reflective mirror, Wind's whisper warps true vision Remember: be still
By V.A. Jimenez3 years ago in Poets
*** I have come to the realization that hesitation serves me like a switchblade to the jugular proving to be fantastically skilled at creating beautifully poetic censorship
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden6 days ago in Poets
when running, I run exploiting sagas come true a red winged black bird
By Gerry Thibeault2 days ago in Poets
It was a miserable day. It had been a miserable for a month and Peggy, the old doddery woman, waited at the bus stop in the pouring rain.
By Elizabeth Butlera day ago in Fiction
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.