Poems from author14

When we first dropped our belongings In the clearing in the forest Mama said we'd die the first winter. Papa had been a potter back in...
You stand proud Overlooking an emerald hill Sloping down on a turquoise river In this front your windows shine Showing a beauty Your...
Small, and hidden among the hills We go to receive the joy   Painted white by our own hands Laboring together in industrial joy   In the...
Sweet spraying kernels Golden bumps on a hard core Like a kind person with a stout heart Bite it and it squirts Eat like a baby again Face...
We've been at sea for too long I'm past illness now But oh, how I yearn for land I don't care if it's the New World I'd even return to...

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