Nay Grow ColdA Poem by pheasanta callingReaching out from me to you
Sharing if I had a clue Don't know when this story ends Or who may make the perfect friends The Legends speak of days of old When deeper meanings made the fold So let us sign on this here time That works of wonder nay grow cold © 2011 pheasantFeatured Review
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4 Reviews Added on February 13, 2011 Last Updated on March 3, 2011 AuthorpheasantSanta Rosa, CAAboutThis is such a great outlet for so many... I'm here to share, make meaningful connections, and delve a little deeper into the creative flow. I know writing to be a tool and a gift, that can help us in.. more..Writing
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