the wintery mountains; I
wash my eyes with books.
On the road to reconciling the worlds within while reclaiming my journey, one story at a time.
yvrmirror.wordpress.com Instagram: mokradi_
How does it work?
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.
More stories from mokradi_ and writers in Poets and other communities.
Sacred chants echo
through the Himalayan range.
Nearby, an axe swings.
By mokradi_ 3 months ago in Poets
There was an echo when
the train came…
and the earth stood still to listen to
and below the risen seats of pharaohs,
By Gina C.5 days ago in Poets
Fern, a delicate plant, so soft and so green
A symbol of life, that's pure and serene
It grows in the shadows, of a world so bright
By Poems 2 days ago in Poets
*This post was NOT created with the support of an AI writing assistant, however, spell check and Grammarly were present in the final editing process*
By People! Just say Something!2 days ago in FYI