MistyCat
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Joined: May 2023 Last seen: 11 months ago

Submitted Poems 3 total

Mist A gentle fog has settled down, To pause, and wait, and sit around. The softest gray is still and silent, Only sound is muffled, quiet. But whispering wind starts to billow and blow, Whisking away the slowly swirling mist, And clouds now... – *by Kiana Dobre*	4 Views added 11 months ago	Rating
Prickle Prickle Little Cactus Prickle prickle, little cactus, Stretch your spines up to the sun, Let the shy soft morning daylight Warm your branches, and grow on. Prickle prickle, little cactus, Stretch up high and grow away, Wind around in spiny flurries Till the moon... – *by Kiana Dobre*	4 Views added 11 months ago	Rating
You and I Nature’s bright in all its beauty, With its feathers and its gills, From a cricket’s happy chirping, To a pork’s rough quills. From a neatly woven nest, To the blinking of an eye, Without nature we wouldn’t be here, You and I. Nature’s... – *by Kiana Dobre*	1 View added 11 months ago	Rating

A gentle fog has settled down,
To pause, and wait, and sit around.

The softest gray is still and silent,
Only sound is muffled, quiet.

But whispering wind starts to billow and blow,
Whisking away the slowly swirling mist,
And clouds now...

– by Kiana Dobre

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added 11 months ago

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Prickle Prickle Little Cactus

Prickle prickle, little cactus,
Stretch your spines up to the sun,
Let the shy soft morning daylight
Warm your branches, and grow on.

Prickle prickle, little cactus,
Stretch up high and grow away,
Wind around in spiny flurries
Till the moon...

– by Kiana Dobre

4 Views

added 11 months ago

Rating

You and I

Nature’s bright in all its beauty,
With its feathers and its gills,
From a cricket’s happy chirping,
To a pork’s rough quills.

From a neatly woven nest,
To the blinking of an eye,
Without nature we wouldn’t be here, You and I.

Nature’s...

– by Kiana Dobre

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added 11 months ago

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