Always the poet... Never the poem.
With waves that whisper secrets to the shore, Where wildflowers waltz and winds explore, Wandering through woods, where willows weep,
By Will Shimnom Simonabout a year ago in Poets
Nature, the muse, now whispers at last. Naked trees sway in the breeze so gentle, Nimble deer prance, wild and free, so ample.
Beneath my black skin beats a brave heart, Battling bias with each breath I take. Boldly bearing burdens from the start,