Poems from Matt Dahlstrom
There was walked up to up mountain top
I looking over the sea of dream where is
My heart’s called my named in wind blowing
A way long...
Let It Go
Onto the winter’s night, when it blows so heavy enough, totally drifted and pouring of snow like chickens cannot reach your...
Old legendary poet in america are spirit it is flowing blowing away in skies some poetry die are live be free like bird inio dove soaring...
The song of bad blood
the word of lyrics meeting good blood in vain though the body
mad into happy love in air is blowing a way so take...
The river ,
Once Upon a Time young man here I sit all alone still got notebook he will wear his word by word single page at night...