It’s been a while
Since I last felt this lilt
This sense of easy rhythm
The beauty of movement
Of words
Of life
A desire to see red berries
Against white snow
And rejoice.
I am a poet once more because my world
(with you)
is a poem.
While cleaning out my desk I came across a piece of my writing from 2009. I thought I would share it here. :) What Do I Want Out of Life? In...
Red berries on white snow. I know what the means. Yeah for professors
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