Colors dance on forest floor, shades of green that I adore. Is this is the color of my soul, or a piece of larger whole? Is it blue like endless sky, where Goldfinch, dove, and Sparrow fly?
By Ian Berg5 years ago in Poets
Place of birth and last name, the country we live, and creed that we claim. Many we use, many we say, to paint ourselves a particular way.
