Poetry. By me. Many of the poems are dark in nature, but not all. Enjoy.
Thursday, April 12, 2012
No More!
Bless! Feline comfort Lounge in sunbeams Grooms awash so zen And be Tranquil fountain Run cross stone and cycle through Lilt The way I Lie facing leaves and breeze Forest heals Trees hold Moss knows All.
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