Branches crisscross the wet
And catch their breath.
In their maze
No monster waits
In their gaze
No slur, no praise
Branches crisscross the air
I, too, watch them there.
my beautiful baby
It has been a year. Some days it feels like yesterday, some days it feels like a distant dream of love. There have been tears every day...
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Friends and old neighbors shutting it down in honor of John Crawford. _
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At had us pose for this pic up at Aunt R's place on Lake Huron so he could put it up in his dorm. "Don't tur... -
I have the feeling that I’m going to succumb to the season and put out a list of resolutions soon. Just wanted to establish this heads up th...
2 comments:
That was beautiful.
I loved it. I hope to see some more. :)
Thanks, Dr. Dolly :).
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