Little-League sounds near
Dusk breeze blows by, April-soft
Stillness settles in
“The lyfe so short, the craft so long to lerne." –Chaucer
“The lyfe so short, the craft so long to lerne." –Chaucer
Little-League sounds near
Dusk breeze blows by, April-soft
Stillness settles in
seeking sublime surrender
“The lyfe so short, the craft so long to lerne." --Chaucer
Verba volant, scripta manent !
In happiness my words I lack, in grief they overflow.
Audrey Dawn
Creative Nonfiction & Poetry
by Kelly L
THE DRIVELLINGS OF TWATTERSLEY FROMAGE
HemmingPlay 
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