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Pages of Pint-Sized Poetry
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An Autumn Eve
| Topic: WRITE A FLICKER POEM The sun has now hidden behind the trees. Leaves are whispering in the slight breeze. Down by the river, I hear a frog croak, As darkness enfolds the land in its cloak. Engulfed in the halo cast by the fire, Admiring the song of cricket’s night choir. The flickering flames dance to their tones While chasing the cold and damp from my bones. A proud member of "Invalid Item"  "Reading soothes the soul, writing sets it free." T.J. |
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About The Author
My writing doesn't follow any set genre, it's interdependent of my mood and all that's taking place in life. I'm still finding myself, what I write constitutes the markers along the path of that journey. With time, many things will manifest in my work and perhaps I will pursue one or two genres. For now, it's not, "What type of writing is my passion?"
"Writing is my passion."
