Where Do Olives Grow?
I thought you promised not to drown everyone again!
Knee deep in glacier sweat.
I did. I won’t.
Says She,
You might, though.
When was the last time
you saw a rainbow?
The lawn sprinkler?
Look up at the sky,
My dear, my dove,
Look up.
Chest deep in glacier sweat.
Compassion is a survival skill,
But with 7 billion and counting,
We’re hardly endangered.
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p-a-lom-a
Hello! I'm a 16 year old girl with autism, and I've just started writing poems as an outlet to my less-linear ideas that I can't put into essays. I love science and literature, and I especially love to combine the two. I draw a bit, but not much that I like to share. I'm also on tumblr @p-a-lom-a and I'm doing NaNoWriMo 2019 under the same username.
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