The Bucket’s Gist There was never a lack for a lad and a lass of good reason to climb up the hill where they’d pass
Author: PKey
Working writer based out of Houston.
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Variation on a line ‘Dark leaves that flick to silver in the gust’ And the fronded moon, the hooting dove, And silver patches past the
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Rainfall Cleansing, cool drops dance — streaming symphonies of strings, percussive, pure peace — lyrical lightsongs, bursting blissful notes of blue — jubilant, joyful! Stacie
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Flickering Light Go create your own sound and delicate movement. Set a lantern on the porch for the birds tonight. Glowing, a golden bright light,
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And Now I Hear I hear a tireless hum inside my head. Its raspy tune I oft mistake for song or quiet buzz that plays
Grand Little Things 