I cry to create sheen across our sun-dried love; thumbs collect down dew to rub Gallimimus bone broth on his fossilized legs. Photo by Marcus Lange on Pexels.com
Static (a tanka)
I cry to create sheen across our sun-dried love; thumbs collect down dew to rub Gallimimus bone broth on his fossilized legs. Photo by Marcus Lange on Pexels.com
National Poetry Writing Month
Keeping the world immersed in stanza.
About fantastical places and other stuff
"The silence of the night awakens my soul"
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Saralyn Caine Poetry 