Winter Forward Nature from Pixabay

Moonlit Call

Return to beginnings and onward.

Baby come with me.
To the see.
The see of being.
The see of free.

Come on howl with me
Let’s howl.

Let’s crawl, through the weeds.
Let’s walk, through the tides.
Until we run.

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Bringing real feelings along with messages of inspiration and imagination to life. Awakening is the symptom of my infectious condition. Poetry is my condition.

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Greg Prince

Greg Prince

Bringing real feelings along with messages of inspiration and imagination to life. Awakening is the symptom of my infectious condition. Poetry is my condition.

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