Tina's Travels: The View from Here
"I do not intend to tiptoe quietly through my life, only to arrive safely at death."
FREELANCE WRITING & PHOTOGRAPHY
Wednesday, April 9, 2014
Poem A Day - Day 9 - Shelter
Dew
Clings to the leaf
That bows to the tree
Which stretches ever upward
Thin bark flutters caught on a breeze
And dances out through the woods past the fields and the hills
Where it comes to rest at last near the sea.
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