When I first saw the books on the floor
I felt the sky was falling
On this rainy wet world
The sky is always falling
Under the sunshine or in the fog: I am a lover, a writer, an editor, a cook, a humanitarian and a photographer.
April Poetry Session, Poetry, writing
April, books, mational poetry month, poetry, rain
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Cat Over Clock:
Some things are more important than time ... cats are one of them. Welcome to a world of photographed shadows--I invite you to a study of compassion through poetry. It is with gratitude that you might take it with you.
No one but Night, with tears on her dark face,
Watches beside me in this windy place.
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