![]() Call It A TruceA Poem by pheasantRichness abounds
And soothing sounds Echo roundly throughout This profoundly kind find Living proof Our blessed youth Have light and hope To broaden their scope So long held coldness Evaporates as boldness Speaks as a drum Shape-shifting a plum Into life giving juice And call it a truce ![]() ![]() © 2011 pheasantAuthor's Note
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4 Reviews Added on February 27, 2011 Last Updated on March 3, 2011 Author![]() pheasantSanta Rosa, CAAboutThis is such a great outlet for so many... I'm here to share, make meaningful connections, and delve a little deeper into the creative flow. I know writing to be a tool and a gift, that can help us in.. more..Writing
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