The peaks and valleys
give a mountain dimension.
YOU are a mountain.
How does it work?
Wow
More stories from Annie Edwards and writers in Poets and other communities.
And my dad whispered to “remember the mountains.” He will meet me there.
By Annie Edwards 3 years ago in Poets
~ if this is the only one I get (and it seems likely it is) I have no idea what to do with it anymore, started off with god and woman
By Heather Hubler7 days ago in Poets
Beneath the silver glow of the evening moon, I wander softly, to the rhythm of a distant tune. The night embraces me, with shadows long and deep,
By Ibrahim 4 days ago in Poets
I am stranded. Fill in the blanks. I guess the Indians are punishment for... what, not following the demons of the mound? The reaction to that would be? Salty.
By Kayla McIntosh7 days ago in Confessions
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