
New Fall
When autumn leaves fall
The old must die and forget
That new things will come
©2020 CBialczak Poetry
When autumn leaves fall
The old must die and forget
That new things will come
©2020 CBialczak Poetry
Standing on the edge
Waiting for the world to call
Peace will come someday
©2020 CBialczak Poetry
Thanks to Jim for his contribution to Simply 6 Minutes
What strange things will I find in here? It smells kind of nice and since the male died after we mated, life must go on. I performed the 50 ways to shag my lover and I was able to store his sperm in my vagina, which allows me to determine the sex of my offspring. Now I can lay my eggs and fertilize them here, as this looks like a nice place to build a nest.
Written for Stine Writing – Poetry, Positivity, and Connecting!, Simply 6 Minutes hosted by Christine Bialczak.
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