An ornate teacup sits,
amidst plastic solo-cups
On a lively picnic table.
A white anemone,
alone,
Among a bundle of roses.
In the sand of a beach,
Unknown and undiscoverable,
a fallen snowflake.
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Birds in Glass Castles
PoesiaMy collection of poems through the last few years in some of their rawest forms; more steppingstones of my journey as a writer.
