PerennialsA Poem by TerryThough something is created it is finite, though something is destroyed it can be rebuilt.In Spring flower blooms, Petals playing in the wind. At year’s end they part. © 2021 Terry |
StatsAuthorTerryLancaster, CAAboutI use to write poetry. I'm trying to get back into creative writing. I play guitar and draw as well. I want to also try short stories. more..Writing
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