Winter Heart
A poem
The sky is white.
The trees are gray.
Something inside, living to be said.
The ground is still.
The world keeps spinning.
Somewhere out there, truth to be found.
A poem
The sky is white.
The trees are gray.
Something inside, living to be said.
The ground is still.
The world keeps spinning.
Somewhere out there, truth to be found.
clarity + strategy + creativity for writers | poet | #writing coach Free guide: 5 Powerful Questions for Coaching Yourself https://amandadzimianski.com/wip/
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clarity + strategy + creativity for writers | poet | #writing coach Free guide: 5 Powerful Questions for Coaching Yourself https://amandadzimianski.com/wip/