On the left, leaves leave us
On the right, river runs as it must
Can you feel the winds whoosh your wedges?
Yes, we have arrived at one of beautiful beaches
Don’t forget your white cane and be careful when getting off the bus
If you lived here, you would be home by now!
YA Fantasy Novelist, Fairy Whisperer & Fairy Prose Metrist
The Bliss of Reality
Because poetry. And petals.