I’ve never tried to trace back how long ago withes emanated from the past. This poem shows the power that one can have when it comes to lust. Something as old as time itself.

Nice one Crimsin, with great picture that conjures up the mystique of the poem.

Geez I feel like I was the tree being cut down and driven to somebody’s back yard cook out for the fire. Interesting

Beautifully penned, Rosie. Excellent write with a curveball for an ending. Amazing work. Appreciate you.

Damian

Hello Rosie. I love the layout out on this write. Cool wording and delicately written. xo

What’s not to love or like .. beautifully penned my friend .. Neville 💛👍x

Oh! this is so good, like turning the empathy’s door nob.

hello dearest poet when I was little I used to wish I would have been taken from my parents and raised in a Native family I often wonder what it would look like here if the earth being sacred if she was understood by the people in power… great write ❤️

Thank you Crimsin. I am glad you liked it.

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