In springtime, words rain on the soil like prevarication
Seeds spring forth, yet ostensive, they have yet to thrive
Unable to be salubrious, they shrivel and die
Sometimes lost, sometimes found but always searching, exploring and looking for beauty in the in the strangest places.
Just another blog to throw excerpts from the books I'm writing, poetry, pictures of things I've made and other musings. Not sure how often I'll update it.
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