Just as rivers carve, I found my creative stream and let the words flow.
Tag: micro poem
Dream Color
I had a dream: it was green, then later blue, and one day it'll be black.
Life
A flower is so delicate and fragile with such a short lifespan.
Harsh
I see you, I do. You're heard and mean well, I'm sure, but the words are harsh.
Cloud
With your head in the clouds, you'll only see the fog and miss what is real.
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