she is mountain stone,
and forest waters;
the warmth of winters night,
and the cool of summers morning.
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Flotsam and other Doggerel
Poezjaso often we can all feel broken and ugly and not very good, not too disimilar from so much poetry. but we can change, and with us so too can poetry change, how it speaks to us, or how we read it. poetry is ups and downs, the good bad ugly and stup...
Simplicity
she is mountain stone,
and forest waters;
the warmth of winters night,
and the cool of summers morning.
