SaturdayA Poem by ReveryThe wood pile is like a baptism. Purification of the soul through physically hard labor. Callouses earned, muscles burned and a deeper connection to who I am. © 2012 Revery |
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1 Review Added on November 3, 2012 Last Updated on November 5, 2012 AuthorReveryTNAboutI am a technical writer by profession. I'm married with three wonderful children. My poetry deals with the struggles and contrasts between the spiritual and the sensual. My life has been rich and bl.. more..Writing
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