At eighteen
I sit with dreams of love
but no way to build the reality
the material has become redundant at 24
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One of my earliest poems – I still like it.
Resin Nature Art
At eighteen
I sit with dreams of love
but no way to build the reality
the material has become redundant at 24
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One of my earliest poems – I still like it.
Happiness is kind words from a friend …..