He who doesn't see
is as blind as pidgeon poop
behind frond's curtain.
Cornelia DeDona "Poems, Magical Fiction and Photography" I craft poems and stories of resilience and imagination that celebrate the enduring power of kindness.
-
It occurs to me That I require an ideal To summit these peaks. Something more than a patch. My tenacity shouts above my perception Shooting ...
-
Dancing To My Own Tune xxxxx Ear buds inserted xxxxx Pushing lawnmower xxxxx over green carpeted hill. Planting My Garde n xxxx ...
No comments:
Post a Comment