![]() This Backwards LifeA Poem by Erudite![]() Poem![]()
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Prove useful distractions From breeze blown trees Waves flow through tall grass, Cascading across sleeping hillsides. And morning dew clings to petal-tips. Enthusiastic birds each cast their voice Into a canyon's ambiance. As if to savor the sublime acoustics. And here we are, fretting about celebrity culture and the latest expensive products. © 2019 EruditeAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthor![]() EruditeRiverside, CAAboutGreetings, reader. Please do enjoy this music I've prepared for you, and don't be too bashful to take a peek at some of my writings. My poem titled "Ah, To Float in My Boat" is one of my personal .. more..Writing
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