Poems from The Hopeful Poet

The snow falls from the white clouds Breathe. The air is frosty and the icicles hang low Breathe.  The snowflakes softly hit the ground...
All of us have our moments when we see others feeling down It is our job to reach out , grab them and pull them up from the ground Looking...
Water Cool, Expansive Racing, Rushing, Falling Oceans, Lakes, Fireplaces, Bonfires Burning, Vibrant, Orange Warm, Dangerous Fire    

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