nature poetry
An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
The Fox That Watched Me Cry in Berlin
I didn’t go to Berlin to find healing—I went there to disappear. The city was unfamiliar, cold, and unapologetically gray that late October. My suitcase rolled heavily over cracked sidewalks as I moved through streets that seemed indifferent to my pain. Berlin doesn’t ask who you are or why you’ve come—it just lets you exist, quietly, like a shadow.
By Muhammad Riazabout a year ago in Poets
