How lovely, she thought,
To keep what was given to you.
Drop by drop I mourn the sea.
How does it work?
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.
More stories from Ella Bogdanova and writers in Poets and other communities.
Every time I stay in Venice I get tragically lost. I even stay in the same 500-year-old apartment Unafraid to rise at night,
By Ella Bogdanova6 months ago in Poets
perhaps it was always me to blame but i never played never played the cheating game i never ever thought to stray
By Bren3 days ago in Poets
Jesus, I Do, Welcome You, To My Situation... My Storms Are Dark, Sometimes The Angst is Heavy On My Heart... I Fall in The Mud, But Still I Reach For The Stars...
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)4 days ago in Poets
Every "win" for me may seem trivial to you, but for me, they mean I have conquered battles that others don't see. The fights I have with fibromyalgia, grief, fixed income, and old age are all too real in my world. And I'm not special at all because I know others have unseen battles, as well. So, this is for you, too!
By Shirley Belk2 days ago in Motivation
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.