My hands are trembling. My body quivers. But my eyes are focused at the birds soaring in the sky. I feel butterflies in my stomach as someone tightens the belts that have captivated my body. Dozens of thick ropes...
19 May
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sharp rays of the sun illuminate each planet hallucinating planets for billions of years what a clear supremacy The tanka incorporates prompt words “clear” (synonym of “clean”) and “sharp” of Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge # 33