a poem I wrote on January 3rd last year
the beauty is in rushing things
rivers running, flowing streams
water here, meets the thirst
bursting forth from springing firsts.
Where is the water to sustain the life?
a poem by CA Craig If it were possible to capture the bliss of a spring Saturday in a coffee shop I know what I would choose
a poem by CA Craig As the sparrow perched on the string of lights, ruffled feathers. I saw the beauty of a moment and I wished to cup it...
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