https://www.podbean.com/media/share/pb-atgky-1065097
A brief story poem of solitude and ice, dream and journey.
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Mother with Child
quiet in this deep wild
She smiles when I come around
Afternoons I bring white rose petals
fallen from my gardens in bloom
Drop my offering slow to soft earth
Then settle awhile
beneath a canopy of peace green
Read one chapter aloud
to anyone gathering here.
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