StorytellerA Poem by Jon Roggie
The fire is the only source of warmth,
and still you huddle in the shadows. My sudden appearance was a surprise, but it should not cause such alarm. Merely taking a bit of warmth. Is this the point of worry? Shrug it off, and come closer. Turn my eyes from black to blue, and let your moments of joy allow me to tell a story.
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2 Reviews Added on February 26, 2016 Last Updated on February 26, 2016 AuthorJon RoggiePorterville, CAAboutI tend to ramble, and rarely explain myself. Take that as you will more..Writing
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