The smoking spokeA Poem by M.A. CarrspiritualLearning to pass the time the rain falls in slants queries do not need to be spoken of our choice for growth underneath that large oak The angels guard where monsters belittle I saw a whirlwind planning survival I ask for patience during this war beyond the stars I'm under par © 2014 M.A. Carr |
StatsAuthorM.A. CarrCaldwell, OHAboutI'm a 29 year-old aspiring writer. I attended school for communication arts and I plan on taking more courses online for my B.A. I would describe myself as reserved, eclectic, open-minded, and down .. more..Writing
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