The peaks and valleys
give a mountain dimension.
YOU are a mountain.
How does it work?
Wow
More stories from Annie Edwards and writers in Poets and other communities.
And my dad whispered to “remember the mountains.” He will meet me there.
By Annie Edwards 3 years ago in Poets
‘Wake up sir. Time for your sonic shower.” “Go away Rosie,” I muttered with a glower. “Curtains translucent,” her tinny reply.
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Beneath the silver glow of the evening moon, I wander softly, to the rhythm of a distant tune. The night embraces me, with shadows long and deep,
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