seasons: a poetic journey

Photography, Poetry

Posted on 12/19/201712/19/2017 by Jeanne

don’t drink her poison

Unfurled -awaiting

this Holy precipice,

divulged lover

cloying, but not sweet -heavy

church bells rung three.

Author: Jeanne

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B. says:

12/19/2017 at 3:56 am

Almost… scary…

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1. Jeanne says:
  
  12/19/2017 at 4:05 am
  
  The berries are beautiful.
  
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