Each day for a year, I wrote a new poem here. Enjoy. Comment. Read.
I sat and I wondered, to myself in my head, what shall I do before going to bed? "There's not much day left; there's no time ...
Poem 18: ChristmasCELEBRATINGHUGSREVEALINGINTRINSICSATURATEDTHEMESMILLINGABOUTSANTA
Poem 18: Christmas
ReplyDeleteCELEBRATING
HUGS
REVEALING
INTRINSIC
SATURATED
THEMES
MILLING
ABOUT
SANTA