Sweetie
I didn't know I could be Atlas..
Carrying all too heavy in my arms..
I would want to take a pause..
to look around..
But it costs me to do just that..
even for a second..
I'd stumbled on you.
You came out of the blue..
With my hands bruised and swollen..
You stretched your arms in a sudden..
Take it easy, you silly.
You are doing well, sweetie..
But, there..
share it with me..
🔥
HeraoftheUniverse
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When She Speaks
PoetryHer gift is being a reverberating stereo even when in silence. So much more When She Speaks. "I can only remember it when I have felt it. And only does it remain, if I have written it in the pages of my thinking. I mark my memories in pages of my po...
