Poems from ryannk

In her hands is a ball of clay She rolls it in her palms And with her breath, warms it Making it easier to mold.   With her thumb and...
I see my country's flag Snapping and unfurling above my head In the light summer breeze And I wonder, What do people across the globe feel...
My mother is a butterfly. Beautiful and fragile And incredibly important to my way of life. Her blue eyes sparkle and shimmer Like...
I dream constantly and consistently During long silences and pauses And right before I fall asleep The beginning is sweet and pulls me in...
Giving love to a hollow heart Is like dropping a coin into a well In hopes of making a wish But never hearing it hit the bottom No splash...

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