GiftA Poem by Erin Parke
The breeze is warm and cool at the same time- and reminds you of a trip we might have taken. Your world is luscious, a garden, or maybe craggy, rocky and cold. Whichever you prefer. There is room for all that you might bring. Everything will fit. And we could have spent forever there. My hands would have held yours as we walked down the sunny beach - or rainy side streets - or dark alleys of your world. © 2008 Erin Parke |
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1 Review Added on February 9, 2008 AuthorErin ParkeSaint Petersburg, FLAboutI'm an English teacher in Florida with a degree in fiction writing and a Master's in English Education. I am currently writing the trashy genre fiction book that every writing professor tells you not.. more..Writing
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