Flowing Red
The calling card of blossoms bleeding by the rivers edge
Red drops doth I bleed,
Giving meaning to my name,
To all I bring love.
About the Creator
Toby Heward
Creativity is boundless. We are gardeners that bring forth these fruits of wonder. Nature is my passion and I love to help readers see the stories with their own eyes through my works. Whether its poems, fact, or fiction I bring it to life.
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Nicely done!
Lovely! 😊