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Some witches were burned
But far more were buried – lost
Till moonlit tides turn
About the Creator
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The ocean and my little friend
The ocean and my little friend The sound of the waves crash my body moving with the tides the current is then taking over. As I let my body relax in the water and I gradually take a deep breath back up to the surface the water is then taking control of my body moving me further away from reality. As I’m swimming I feel such love and peace in the water as I move further away, I keep feeling the movement of the waves crashing down on me.
By Jennifer lindquist7 days ago in Poets
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Gosh this was extreme powerful! Well done!
I like this. So simple yet meaningful <3
Such a punch with so few syllables 🤜
Supposedly to save their souls. In reality, to protect the status quo & power structures in place. The return of the Sanderson sisters? Will someone be lighting a black candle? No, patriarchy will finally come to an end. But what will replace it?
this is so powerful. well done!
great poem Joelle