Edris Post
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The Sandpiper
Across the desolate ocean side we bounce, One little sandpiper and I, What's more, quick I accumulate, little by little, The dissipated driftwood, faded and dry. The wild waves arrive at their hands for it, The wild wind raves, the tide runs elevated, As out of control the ocean side we flutter, One little sandpiper and I.
By Edris Post9 months ago in Poets
About The End Of The Summer
The birds giggle clearly and long together At the point when Style's supporters dash away At the primary cool breath of fall climate. Why, this is the time, cry the birds, to remain! At the point when the profound quiet ocean and the profound sky over Both look their enthusiasm through sun-kissed space, As a blue-peered toward servant and her blue-looked at sweetheart Could each look into the other's face.
By Edris Post9 months ago in Poets
Nothing Gold Can Stay
Nature's most memorable green is gold, Her hardest tint to hold. Her initial leaf's a bloom; Yet, just so 60 minutes. Then, at that point, leaf dies down to leaf. So Eden sank to despondency, So first light goes down to day. Nothing gold can remain.
By Edris Post9 months ago in Poets
What are a few things desirous individuals do when they are envious?
A great deal of the time they are as of now cheating when they begin getting desirous. It's as the familiar proverb goes, the world turns into one's very own impression self. Individuals frequently map their perspective on to others and accept they do likewise.
By Edris Post9 months ago in Poets
The last leave
Last Leave. Shards of broken dreams Prick my inner parts each time I enter my heart for a response. What's more, no further do I want to go in… Was it every one of the an untruth? A messed up grin My eyes so red I can't look any further in. Be that as it may, However You were a groove - I could consume my time on earth in. It stands injured.
By Edris Post9 months ago in Poets
A poem about Fireflies
At nightfall, firefly lights are rising whimsically from the dew-hosed grass. Vanishing and showing up around there, Time flashes in and out with their light, suspended in the air among sunset and night. From cherished, lifelong recollections, measured, Then supported in half-developed hands, they gleam and make their flight once more, Singing an enchanted language of light into the evening.
By Edris Post9 months ago in Poets
Short Fiction Love and Loss Nostalgia Magical
Two More My companion used to ride the 12 PM transport so he could invest energy with his dead sister. He had been doing this for around five years, just after she was killed. Her beau shot her one night over supper. Then shot himself.
By Edris Post10 months ago in Fiction