November Wordsworth

Stares a raven Adjacent to a nest in solitude Snow flakes dressed in white Falling as fairies of enchantment.  Baby ravens glance anxiously in the Alpine At a baby lizard dropped in for dine.  Bathe the apricity of the sun Had been starvation to fun. 

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 A catalog of pieces, most viewed by my lovely readers, I am humbled, please never stop reading -  November Poet . Slithering Quills Old Town Road Alumni Dinner My Last Sip Lamentations A Wind Talk Eulogy Of Rebirth I am A Mist My Vow Scapegoat Strings Of My Guitar Cleansed Be Mine Us Unfortunate Last Sentinel