I awoke,
With Mountains in their heights,
That spoke,
Of memories that wove,
Through knees, thighs and pubic bone —
To the inky waters of the lake below.
In that cabin, where the sable pines
Enclose,
And all about,
From coral-white
To grayish, turquoise-blue,
Snow.
That scene:
On the edge,
Where the stillness
Knows.
Helios Review 
Wow, awesome weblog structure! How long have you been blogging for? you made blogging glance easy. The total glance of your website is excellent, let alone the content!
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Thank you. I don’t really work at the blog enough. It’s time thing, but I have had a marvellous innings with my poetry elsewhere and it never ceases to surprise me how well it is received.
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