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From morning until night,You gave it your all.Ensuring comfort, offering care,A love so steady, always there.You gave it your allIn lessons taught, in kindness shared,In knowing when to give,And showing how to love.Through moments of struggle,Through doubts and heavy days,You …
The seeds of salvationEncased in a tombSealed there in waxFor flames to consume.Yearning in enchantmentFor disaster, they plead.Dormant and patient,Sit several small seeds.Ages and agesThey still do lie.White lightning streaksAcross the night sky.Tall timbers creakPossessed with disease.Needles snap dryly,Under foot, …
My mind wanders to the square glassand bounces off like a fly trying to escape the grey colorless landscape,rebuffed by a transparent barrier.Its efforts increasingly frantic as it fails to escape to the outside monochrome.A buzz of lights and wings.So …
The sun shines, as the moon fadesOne of us pines, as the other waitsThey all say that I should leaveGo in and out I should weaveBetween traffic, in between guysDo they speak truth, or spit lies?They say the world is …
Astronomers have traced the origin of a fast radio burst (FRB) to the edge of an ancient galaxy — suggesting that these mysterious, millisecond-long flashes of energy are even weirder than previously thought.FRBs were discovered nearly two decades ago, and …
Five months since you charmed her with a smile and foolish joke.Three since you danced, your gaze fixed on her,the young woman unable to meet your eyes, trying not to submit to shaky knees.Only two since she became a ghost …
When feelings misalign, I stand, A stranger in a crowded land. How will I push? How will I be? How will someone truly see me? I just want to go home, not try,Afraid of every glance that slides by. Rejected …
There’s something to be said about the sunEither blazing or wantingWhen summers arrived, it’s in full effect All I can do is hideShield my eyes from blatant rays, yearn for cooler timesBut when days of red and yellow come to …
There’s a scene that plays in my mind where I’m walking too fast and you’re not payingattention. The collision knocks me down or maybe it doesn’t but you hold on to me just to besure. Our eyes gleam with remembrance …