Winters BedA Poem by Rainee WhitingWinters Bed Frigid air captures dew drops, now frozen gems upon leaves of red. The crackling as the foliage falls, coming to rest in winters bed. Rainee © 2016 Rainee Whiting |
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1 Review Added on September 23, 2016 Last Updated on September 23, 2016 AuthorRainee WhitingLas Vegas, NVAboutBrilliant foliage extends from the branches of my family tree, an over grown topiary containing a hundred known and gifted writers. The sap that fills the limb in which my name is carved contains the .. more..Writing
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