Mother of Waters

Tahoma

By TM SkiltonPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read

Dream

A sleeping giant,

Rainer, beautiful, still,

Pray it does not wake .

nature poetry

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TM Skilton

TM Skilton has lived with severe dysgraphia for 70 years. Over the years, new technologies have progressively unleashed his ability to write. First a trickle, then a stream, now a flood. It has to go somewhere, right?

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