Yea, the many hands that held,
The songs, sonnets, and psalms…
I have endeavored to return her kindness in poetic form. The poem below is dedicated to her and is a poor representation of what it must feel like to be drawn to this other-worldly beautiful woman and be snared in her practiced charms. Thank you, dearest Jupiter, and know I will always be your moon!
Often Misunderstood
An Open Mic & Poetry Show
This is where my soul exhales in verse — welcome to my uniVerse.
A trip through life with fingers crossed and eternal optimism.
Passionate Teacher and Future Children's Author
Life is all about being curious, asking questions, and discovering your passion. And it can be fun!
Work by Rain Alchemist
It's Time to Play...
I dream so I write ..
A 60-something guy trying to figure out the world, and his place in it.
Thoughts that travel no where but still exist....(and other stuff thrown in!)
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