Apocaplyse
Floating umbrellas
Shoveling igloo tunnels
Snow up to my eyes
Poetic musings
Floating umbrellas
Shoveling igloo tunnels
Snow up to my eyes
Earth’s seasons rotate
Beauty in the changes
Evolving wings fly
Distant chuch bells sing
Breeze blows by, hint of summer
Bench facing the world
The Musings of a Writer / Freelance Editor in Training
from my heart to yours
True wealth is the wealth of the soul
Poems and psychosis.
Author River Dixon
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