dead white trees stand tall
as creepers creep and light flees
from the deepest woods
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dead white trees stand tall
as creepers creep and light flees
from the deepest woods
I dream so I write ..
New Ideas, New Forms
Musings from an insignificant writer
connecting communities via traffic-free paths
A Journal of Poetic Observations
Pictures and Poetry, Picture Poetry
My Journey on the Lonely Road to Deaf Acceptance
Ellen Grace Olinger
My Eccentric Friend 