𝕞𝕪 𝕙𝕚𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕖

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By Colleen WaltersPublished about a month ago • 1 min read

Moonlit veil of fog

gently soothes my tender heart

with a hiding place.

Stream of Consciousness

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Colleen Walters

Just a girl who likes to write poems, usually inspired by events and people in my Florida life.. Always be you, because you are awesome. You matter. You are enough.. ❤️

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Rowan Finley about a month ago
Nature does have a way of creating such an enjoyable environment and hiding place.
Dharrsheena Raja Segarranabout a month ago
This was stunning! Such a beautiful poem and photo!

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