Posted in Seasons/Nature

Undecided. It’s too hot.

Fingers dance on keys

Letters burn porcelain skin

Like hopping hot potatoes

Summer cooks short poets

The battle of tanka’s, stop.

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I like to think I'm a story teller. I love stories. I believe the world is filled with stories just waiting to be told and learned. I enjoy travelling down the road less travelled, with my iPhone and journal in each hand. Here you'll find all my poetic musings... Enjoy!

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