Tiptoed
heartbeat resounds
through sharp stone echoing
soft grass nibs’ scold – but I endure,
to reach.
Author: Anita Lubesh
I write poetry/prose/stories/short stories/verses for children/sketch/and have 6 chapters of a novel sitting there like that half eaten trifle in the fridge or bottle of Jack Daniels because something makes you afraid to eat it or drink... right now.. I am a proud Geordie from England's northern hemisphere and the beautiful city of Newcastle upon Tyne. I live with my lovely husband who came all the way from sunny California just for me, and my favourite animal, Bobble, our dog. I am a member of Greenpeace and Friends of the Earth and wish we could all do more, especially today, when such a lot is wrong. View all posts by Anita Lubesh
As it Comes 
Absolutely magnifique.
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Thank you, Hélène
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A very demonstrative and affectionate poem, Anita. 😉
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Thank you, B.
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