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Poems and prose for various contests over the course of the decade. |
Dappled heads spring up over the freshly tilled soil. Colours of pale purple, pink, blue, red and yellow Gladden the world with pops of brightness. They tickle a smile to emerge - Bringing sunny back to a darkly, dim place. Like the melting of snow, They are most welcome. Notes ▶︎ ![]() ![]() |