Morning calls a fine fluty song
Arousing the sky into awake
Gliding into the grassy throngs,
Perching still on the misty lake.
I’m enthralled by their poetry
Enchanted by them musically
Silent, listening quietly.
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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