black, red and orange .
Babies are like flowers, growing in the sun........
Like the phases of the moon- be it physical, emotional, spiritual or mental...there is always a gradual depletion followed by a need to fill ourselves back up again.
We have a lot of owls in our area. A little something for my silent-winged friends.
Part 2 of Feathers & Shells.
Note: To start from the beginning, go to this link: https://commaful.com/series/xtrole/feathers--shells/
Lines inspired by a bunch of leaves on my back garden bush which for a moment looked like a green owl.
I dedicate this poem to all the night owls out there trying to live in a world build for early birds.
Agnis stared at the book in Exasperation. 3,000page book. You have got to be kidding me! There Is no freaking way I am reading this. She thought. The louvre museum was dark and cold, but she did not...
I feel like this is a lecture given by a huge owl in glasses.
Babies are like flowers, growing in the sun........
Like the phases of the moon- be it physical, emotional, spiritual or mental...there is always a gradual depletion followed by a need to fill ourselves back up again.
We have a lot of owls in our area. A little something for my silent-winged friends.
Part 2 of Feathers & Shells.
Note: To start from the beginning, go to this link: https://commaful.com/series/xtrole/feathers--shells/
Lines inspired by a bunch of leaves on my back garden bush which for a moment looked like a green owl.
I dedicate this poem to all the night owls out there trying to live in a world build for early birds.
Agnis stared at the book in Exasperation. 3,000page book. You have got to be kidding me! There Is no freaking way I am reading this. She thought. The louvre museum was dark and cold, but she did not...
I feel like this is a lecture given by a huge owl in glasses.