Like rivers of grace
Her gentle blue mantle flows
Hail! Mother of God!
How does it work?
More stories from Caroline Correia and writers in Poets and other communities.
Old, crusty snow hides Between ridges of shadow Where bold marmot sing.
By Caroline Correia3 years ago in Poets
The oil leak still stains the mud. I dig the dirt and put it to one side, building a pile to be quietly proud of. The worms find a freedom, the
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Why are you blue? The sun’s beams reflect off the water, blinding me Your smile is as bright as the blinding sun My sunglasses are sitting at home
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