A rock crosses the
Hudson River, basking in
the city’s lights glow.
A sigh of relief
When I see New
York City
Gazing from afar
On the Jersey side
of the Big Apple view.
My daily commute
Poetic musings
A rock crosses the
Hudson River, basking in
the city’s lights glow.
A sigh of relief
When I see New
York City
Gazing from afar
On the Jersey side
of the Big Apple view.
My daily commute
The Musings of a Writer / Freelance Editor in Training
from my heart to yours
True wealth is the wealth of the soul
A Little Writing Workshop of Horrors.
Author River Dixon
