Camping Under The Pink Moon

A pickle full of poets

A pocket full of rhyme

A folder full of bookmarks

And all for saving time

A vast array of forums

Of word and wit unknown

Those crosses on the calendar

Emit an eerie tone

And when the hands crossover

And champs begin to sing

Encouragement that drove her

Might melt away to spring

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4 comments

      1. Hey Ginni,

        Like your poetry, your motivation seems unbounded all year, melting with each turning season to be brought to the next ideal state 😀

        Namaste

        DN – 17/03/2016

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