Written on 06/27/23
Magic kissed the sky,
As the bluebirds fly high.
Shades of red, orange, yellow,
Beautifully blended.
We danced,
Slow like the river rolls,
Under everchanging colored leaves,
Near the deep purple elderberries,
Alongside where the,
Greenest grass grows.
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Journal Fragments
PoetryI turned to writing as a form of therapy for myself. This will be a collection of poetry and quotes that I have written over the last couple of years. I hope you enjoy them, as well as I hope that maybe some of them can you help you through tough ti...
