Tag: #Small Bites
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Small Bites… Travel… #Poetry
What road must I travel To fill the empty space Inside my mind My heart hollowed out years ago Now I am losing other parts I am disintegrating like the coastline, Inch by inch Life is taking more than I wish to give Will the road ahead always be there Will it lead…
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#Small Bites: Touch #Poetry
Touch Her touch is raven Her lips are blue I fear for the mind What she can do I cannot run From eyes That holds my soul in place She is the raven’s touch…
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#Small Bites… #Poetry
Sand Glass, church windows Stained by colour Sunshades to hide the eyes Sea glass polished by mermaids A gift that is washed ashore…
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#Small Bites…
Stones Giant stones slide across the dry lakebed Who moved them? No one, they said They had a need to change their view On ice floes to pastures new… ©Anita Dawes