Rainy Days are good for writing poetry

Remnants of a lake

in the bohemian grace of daffodils and whispering pines we are swaying, dancing our last waltz on a fresh path destined to opposite ways and goodbyes thru a twilight mist it fades campfire & squeeze-box and the glow of embers illuminate the moonlight and the fading coyotes call far off in the distance as we […]

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