WillowsA Poem by Deana MarieEssence
Burning with a small flicker of hope.
Plucked from the fruit tree. Keep up with me. So gypsy. Wild and free. As the moon moves the sea. Tragedy feeds the warrior in me. Like Bonnie, there's a hunger in me, For the Divine eyes that swallow me. You're forever the novel I couldn't quite complete. The end. © 2018 Deana Marie |
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3 Reviews Added on June 30, 2018 Last Updated on June 30, 2018 AuthorDeana MarieMarysville, MIAboutI must say I owe everything to my mom and my dad. They are the foundation of my entity, my rock and roll, my DNA. For them my gratitude is forever healthy. I am absolutely certain I was born into t.. more..Writing
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