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
I The Student knocked on the Poet’s door, hoping for entry. * As he waited, the faint sounds of old blues music wafted through
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By Maddy Haywood5 days ago in Humans
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