My Face Gleams - a Poem
Sometimes one not need be verbose to make a statement.
Shauna L Bowling
Refining, Defining or Rhyming
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I was hit out of the clear blue sky this afternoon by this poem that struck my soul and governed mind to pen to paper. This is for my Mom and for Mother Nature, both of whom live deep in my soul.
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