The distant mountain Are reflected in the eye Of the dragonfly
By Kristina Eileen2 years ago in Poets
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. I could feel everything closing in around me as I struggled to breathe.
By Kristina Eileen2 years ago in Earth
A mothers heart is never her own Bits and pieces become one From her daughters and from her sons A mothers heart will never close
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