Spring,
summer,
fall drifted--and
disappeared.
A winter of dreams
followed.
A year is gone.
Spring,
summer,
fall drifted--and
disappeared.
A winter of dreams
followed.
A year is gone.
I just read your Three Songs blog post from March. Please keep writing poetry!!! Don't let harsh critics shut you down. My advice: keep writing in private, let your creativity bloom. Maybe find a small and supportive group of like-minded individuals in which you can be yourself, and where everyone supports each other.Thanks again, and do keep writing!Debbie
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| Zoom Workshop in July 2020 Linnea Heaney |