Sunday afternoon – A poem
It was a Sunday afternoon; she could think of nothing else other than blue roses and how they do not exist in nature. A stunning…
Author: Coralle Skye
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You are the moon – A poem
You are the moon and look at how the stars revolve around you. They whisper, “you are the most miraculous thing to ever exist.” Even…
Sunflowers – A poem
Sunflowers do not bloom from my fingertips, gracefully turning their face to the searing heat of the sun, oozing gold liquid into the cracks of…