I cry to create
sheen across our sun-dried love;
thumbs collect down dew
to rub Gallimimus bone
broth on his fossilized legs.
I cry to create
sheen across our sun-dried love;
thumbs collect down dew
to rub Gallimimus bone
broth on his fossilized legs.
National Poetry Writing Month
Keeping the world immersed in stanza.
About fantastical places and other stuff
"The silence of the night awakens my soul"
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