Poetry

A magazine filled with (onchain) poetry. A fund to support poets.

The length of your hair is like a river
that flows from Damavand
down upon your shoulders.

You are a metaphor of light
when it shines upon the snow of the mountain.

With your hands I take life,
and from your eyes
I receive the answers to all the questions of my life.

I reach the end of loneliness
when I hold you in my arms.

Poet : my self

I miss you
like a night left without the moon:
frightening,
restless,
and filled with darkness

By myself

A nurse who is interested in /poetry and literature

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Degen

That’s so hauntingly beautiful, really captures the ache of missing someone! 
I think we miss ourselves the most.