The mountain shimmers
With creations magic light
Renewing my soul
How does it work?
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.
More stories from CJ Shelton and writers in Poets and other communities.
Mountain’s highest peak Is the very throne of God Climb up and see him
By CJ Shelton3 years ago in Poets
I held it in my hands Tightly squeezing my grip so it would not get out I could feel it struggle as the light that fed it disappeared
By G. A. Boteroa day ago in Poets
The concrete garden cracks its skin where silicon used to scream Will a verdant tide come rushing in to end the digital dream?
By Sara Wilsonabout 22 hours ago in Poets
“During the Metal Age, humans took photographs of everything beautiful, which was everything, yet machines did not even wear shoes. The Fauxna thought of a better way. They colored all of the light rose, for a corrupted source cannot be verified.” - Origin Parable, 011
By Nicky Frankly3 days ago in Fiction
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.