| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 52bb09e | It has rained for five days running the world is a round puddle of sunless water where small islands are only beginning to cope a young boy in my garden is bailing out water from his flower patch when I ask him why he tells me young seeds that have not seen sun forget and drown easily. | coping poem poetry black-unicorn | Audre Lorde |