It is possible to dislike most people, but to like yourself.
Wetlands
Along the road
Drive forward
To this wetland
It was dusk
The sun was setting
The breeze was blowing
Among us
There was a young girl
Sticking her foot in the creek
Lobbing up the water and saying.
"What to do?
I'm in love with someone!"
Among us
There was a teenager
Lying on his back in the meadow
Whistling and saying.
"When I die
I'll be buried here!"
The Beauty of Life
The beauty of life is not only the banyan tree in front of me
It is not only me sitting cross-legged under the banyan tree
The grass and soil and fallen leaves around me
Have no wish
About the Creator
Mama’s Boy
I’ve been a fiancé for four years and three months. We’ve been together for six and a half years total, and we have a two-month-old son together. I can’t help but think that we’ll never get married. We haven’t even decided on a wedding date. When I bring it up, he tries to escape the room as if he’s late for something more important.
By Real Poetic5 days ago in Chapters
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