Peat spreads along the ancient red shoreline, among a sea of rust pops turquoise stone; stuck under the surface for all of time, until small fingers pluck it from below. Ripples spread away in random fashion, wet hands drip sweet water like mothers tears; green colored reflections ignite passion, whispers of ancestors the child hears. Listen to the ground neath your naked feet, rumbles of those before you sing aloud; stone of the sky and the young soul will meet, join the band of siblings to make us proud. A turquoise stone carved neath the willow tree, along the jagged shore of rust and peat.
About the Creator
T. R.
Just a guy living here in this crazy mysterious universe
Talented Black creators spotlight: Catherine Nyomenda (Chap 3).
Catherine reminds me of an enigma wrapped within a riddle. When she writes, she skips between the poetic and the dramatic. Her highlights of the African lifestyles of herself, of authors whom she admires, and the many nuances of love keeps you wondering and pondering the passage of life.
By Novel Allen5 days ago in Chapters
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