The Rogue Nun
1 Heart, Bleeding
on an endless line of compromise
my heart dangles
swinging in a fickle breeze
not to be an unwelcome distraction.
April 28, 2019
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Winter and the cold snow bring the dark-eyed juncos. My heart, full, watches.
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