My Element

January dreaming

By Tina D'AngeloPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read

Photo by Jonathan Kemper on Unsplash

Earth, my element.

I bow down. Dirt on my knees.

Praying for magic.

nature poetry

About the Creator

Tina D'Angelo

I am a 70-year-old grandmother, who began my writing career in 2022. Since then I have published 6 books, all available on Barnes and Noble or Amazon.

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