This Backwards LifeA Poem by EruditePoem
The glittery materials
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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StatsAuthorEruditeRiverside, 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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