Field MouseA Poem by I Am Svetlana
Little field mouse
among a chorus of cicadas. A blackbird perched on a branch. I find I cannot accept it: The bird waits patiently to maul this open, vulnerable heart. The drizzle had turned into a downpour. The stillness of the woods suddenly filled with noise.
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Added on October 22, 2019 Last Updated on October 22, 2019 Author
I Am SvetlanaMadison, WIAbout"If you cannot write well; you cannot think well; if you cannot think well, other's will do your thinking for you." -Oscar Wilde Hello all, my name is Emily Svetlana! I am 30 years old and wo.. more..Writing
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