Musings, Poetry

Black Ice

Featherlight snowflakes Falling where they please. Sheets of white silk Floating in the breeze.   A blanket of pristine Blanc Covering the Earth’s bosom Hiding secrets, covering flaws Serenading the fair maiden.   When tomorrow comes All will be concealed…

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Home at Last

Writing Wednesdays at Write Tribe Prompt “The ache for home lives in all of us. The safe place where we can go as we are and not be questioned.” ― Maya Angelou Pratha slipped inside quietly and willed her heart…

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