Here we have an autumn neatly dressed,
Fractured nature spread across the lines,
The nature poet, urban under stress
To see what changing foliage defines.
Stone and wood and green can make a poem,
And then the nature ends and he goes home.
.......When words fail,music speaks......
Show the world what you possess
A Heart in every bite.
call 'em peachfront conures, call 'em peachfront parakeets, whether they're lovable pets or free-flying in the wild, we're all things peachfront
Striking pieces of art
Critical. Crazy. Catastrophic.
Jack Bennett
Dare ◦ To ◦ Live ◦ Your ◦ Legacy
I'm the last words of a slain poet
let the conversation begin.
Welcome to my world.
A home for poetry with calloused hands
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