The Poetry of LJ
Trying is exhausting.
When I sit
And see beauty
For what it is,
There is energy.
Copyright LJ 2020
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The forest was swollen with water. Branches stirred swamped bases And moorhens made homes in brown bramble Puddles surrounded with mud. But...
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