The Glass Pond by James G. Piatt The opalescence, soundless pond, Like smooth glass rests peacefully Inside my morning thoughts, The downy breathe of serenity floating Atop soft currents of summer’s heated Voice, opens happy memories in my, heart. Dr.... Continue Reading →
An Ebony Reality by James G Piatt The oaken stile, entrance Into a rock-strewn meadow, Leads to Pine and Oak trees With leaves of ecru spikes, Laden with Thorns that bleed into The rocky memories Of my Mind. Songbirds Singing... Continue Reading →
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