she who loves, nurtures and protects us at every phase of our lives - she who is our saviour.
A collaboration of thirty on a very affectionate affair of poetry pizzazz! Enjoy!
Suddenly, our flame is burned out.
On emptiness and hopelessness.
I didn't wake up last night to tend to my fire and it got very cold. I guess this is based on a true story!
there is no love with him.
Drink a glass of milk while reading this!
a love-letter to my soul country.
A trio of haikus on candles.
Jump joyously to the morning melody!
A clumsy poem about loving someone.
About the divinity of autumn.
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i'm sorry, that i can't help you.
I can't stop thinking about that night...
Katauta about friendship's touch, based on the daily prompt: ‘cold’. Not every good intentioned touch is physically warm.
The power has gone out. we toil with the furnace
I was looking at the sky today. I was sat on the train to work.