Graceful rainbow hues.
Daylight’s emotional flair.
Beyond the twilight.
Medical Professional turned writer.
How does it work?
Beyond the sky. Beautiful <3
More stories from Megan Bald and writers in Poets and other communities.
Submerged in a blue sadness. Confined in a red madness. Blushingly flushed with pink compassion. Consumed by a golden obsession.
By Megan Bald2 years ago in Poets
Something sits at the end of my tongue. A memory that is unable to form into words. A distant train bellows with the same frustration that pollutes the whites of my eyes.
By Amanda Abela5 days ago in Poets
chopsticks poke my leg lightning pain post surgery the nerve of it all!
By B.B. Potter8 days ago in Poets
The short form of tomorrow is never the whole story. Abbreviations mean nothing when we are born to die and we all are aren't we? Being spoken for before birth is something we're not supposed to remember like some kind of karma after effect. Still here we are spending our lives looking for each other.
By Canuck Scriber Lisa Lachapelle2 days ago in Fiction
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Beyond the sky. Beautiful <3