At the Airport,
She drew him near,
Then whispered softly
In his ear —
Not words of parting's
Sad, sweet sorrow,
But don't forget the bins
Tomorrow.
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The Bird Nest
Downy tufts puff out, Warmth inside a house of hair, Drowsiness abounds. A/N: I sometimes imagine what it would be like to sleep in a bird nest, provided I can be bird-sized in the fantasy of course. I think it would be cosy! More longer stories to come! -TWW
By ThatWriterWoman5 days ago in Poets
Memory's Garden.
In the garden of our minds, Where memories bloom and wind, There lies a flower, deep and true, A memory, both joy and rue. Sometimes it sings with joy's sweet tune, A cherished moment 'neath the moon. But sometimes, oh, it brings such pain, Like clouds that hide the sunny reign.
By Samiha Bushra 4 days ago in Poets
Smartystan
Rain didn’t stop Mala. Swaddling for Edgar covered the baby boy’s body and she held her other son’s, Burton, six-year-old hand. The mud, muck, and mire didn’t hinder her from staying on course with her mission. From Pennsylvania, they all trekked to get closer and closer to land that was never promised but simply implied. Each step produced more mud caked around her sneakers. She didn’t care. Her rucksack provided them protein packs to put into plastic bottles and nuts and berries and dried meats to keep their muscles in good health. Water hydrated. She rested. The baby had been asleep the entire time that she had started her journey and her eldest son remained silent throughout the excursion as well.
By Skyler Saunders2 days ago in Chapters
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