Some of us enjoy poetry as an escape .
I write to feel home again .
After years of being a closet writer, my poems started to tell me they wanted to get out more . I have a roving rambling heart myself so I completely understand . Happy travels .
Sunday, September 4, 2011
ST-LAWRENCE IN QUEBEC
Jewels rolling on Mythic blankets of the long Sunkissed river waves
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