these are a collection of various writings I have written in 2017. |
| in the midst of a field, growing high up to the sky. was a tree with branches spreading wide as the sun set the tree reached for Heaven. no leaves remained as it was winter time just a rough bark covering the tree. now is time for the tree to sleep for winter comes and the land is bleak. A bench sits lonely 'neath the branches who's leaves have long since turned brown and died. Lisa Noe~kittylove three time Quill winner for
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