Love Doesn’t Need Another Being

Poetry on LOVE & SELF WORTH

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If I flittered on your flutter would you smile?
Or would you mutter
Like some sort of little nutter lost inside my paper
cutter?

Snowflakes in Springtime

A poem

My cherry blossom, you are my favorite. When my eyes gaze upon your beauty, my…

Golden Hours

Music of Sub-Arctic magic stretched in languid September days

At Long Last, Spring

“Having waited long enough, although
You tossed me out with last Fall’s detritus,
I rise again, no phoenix I nor yet
Great…