the fourth in a series of poems about love, written by someone who's never truly felt it
Immersing yourself into the realm of the soul. (Sorry it's long)
Part 3 of The Port
Note: To start from the beginning of this story, go to this link: https://commaful.com/series/xtrole/the-island/
I couldn't believe it. Honestly it was too much to consider. When I first tasted it, I was sure I had tasted it elsewhere. Creamy and rich, but just this strange tinge and odor. Almost off putting, es...
The unseen apple that grows in a backyard has no value unlike the one displayed in the market .... same goes for our lives.
Earth is screaming for our support
By: John Yarbrough
the fourth in a series of poems about love, written by someone who's never truly felt it
Immersing yourself into the realm of the soul. (Sorry it's long)
Part 3 of The Port
Note: To start from the beginning of this story, go to this link: https://commaful.com/series/xtrole/the-island/
I couldn't believe it. Honestly it was too much to consider. When I first tasted it, I was sure I had tasted it elsewhere. Creamy and rich, but just this strange tinge and odor. Almost off putting, es...
The unseen apple that grows in a backyard has no value unlike the one displayed in the market .... same goes for our lives.
Earth is screaming for our support
By: John Yarbrough