Occupation: Apprentice Human Being |
Member Since: July 2005
Last Login: 08/08/2019
Poems come freely, by art rather than artifice.
In a sense, they call to be created. They are written to be shared.
Like seed in the hand, blown free to flourish or struggle as they may.
While in folders for simplicity, they are, in different ways, all love poems. Many just celebrate existence.
I hope some of them touch you.
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