The bird trills each day
In dank woods and dry fields.
I can never sang.
Mediated Images
13 years ago
Saturday, April 07, 2012
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Instead of following the traditional path of a chap book, I am using this blog as an evolving form for poems both old and new (e.g. the title piece is yet to be written). I do not see myself as a poet, but I enjoy writing these pieces and hope that some people might enjoy reading them.. It is really as simple as that.
