Tag: poetry
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nature’s best on a trail with a bridge
Crossing a bridge by myself no one to greet me at the end feels like I enter another part of the country a brave adventurer who crossed a bridge in the deep of winter What is on the other side? The only times I have ever crossed bridges is when I am hiking and on…
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How to paint a donkey
Whether the poem makes sense to me or not I just love the imperfection of this donkey, the colour and disproportionate body, the light gold wings…..angelic almost. She said the head was too large, the hooves too small. I could clean my paintbrush but I couldn’t get rid of that voice. While they watched, I…
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