As brown turns to green
Cows chew the cud
By white pipe fences
I could be in any of many familiar places
Low slung cacti
Give the only indication
Of my true location
As brown turns to green
Cows chew the cud
By white pipe fences
I could be in any of many familiar places
Low slung cacti
Give the only indication
Of my true location
reconstruction + emotional health
INSPIRATION. BOOKS. WRITING. ADULT HUMOR.
I'm Victoria Stuart, a poet who philosophizes and sings about family matters and entanglements.
We are talking about something we know nothing about.
The journey of a thousand miles, begins with a single step...x
A Life's Worth of Observations from a Songwriter and Sound Engineer
Original poetry, commentary, and fiction. All copyrights reserved.
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