From the world of me, I make a plee. To read and respect without judgement. I'm shy, I'm curious, I'm full of life. I've survived a youth full of strife. My poetry and prose are my release, without it, i'm sure i'd cease.
Just read Always you again- and just wow. It's really a treasure.
I wrote a new piece thats posted. I think with that love and affection in mind from Always You you might like the feel of this piece.
"378 Days" is up.
I�ve tried the new moon tilted in the air
Above a hazy tree-and-farmhouse cluster
As you might try a jewel in your hair.
I�ve tried it fine with little breadth of luster,
Alone, or in one ornament combining
With one first water-star almost as shining.
I put it shining anywhere I please.
By walking slowly on some evening later
I�ve pulled it from a crate of crooked trees,
And brought it over glossy water, greater,
And dropped it in, and seen the image wallow,
The color run, all sorts of wonder follow.
Offline
Share This
RSS Feed
Send Message
Add to Friends
Subscribe
Block Writer
Flag Writer
![[send message]](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/mail.png){kind=small}
