fly blue and yellow
bow your head, hands together
pray for peace on earth
My long search continues.
How does it work?
Terrific!!!
More stories from Steve Lance and writers in Poets and other communities.
Blue, Blue, Blue, Blue, Blue Blue, Blue, Blue, Blue, Blue, Blue, Blue Green, know your own truth.
By Steve Lance3 years ago in Poets
I’m out and about Strutting through the daffodils Flicking back my hair Doing my thing I feel your stares I hear your whispers
By Mother Combsa day ago in Poets
throw a moonflower watch it sink and the goddess rises to give her thanks
By Kay Husnick6 days ago in Poets
“There’s the train!” he yells excitedly, squinting off into the distance. The train rumbles into the station, and the doors slowly part. We hop aboard, take a seat, and our Sunday excursion has begun.
By Sandy Gillman6 days ago in Families
Comments (1)
Terrific!!!