O give me a stone to mark my place
That's weathered, raw and shows its time
Not smoothly buffed or rubbed to shine
But beaten, chipped and all worn down
For life for me held raging winds
emotions rife with birth and brine
And in the end, when I'm o'ergrown
The rock should praise this life of mine.
Contraband Marriage, traveling along the hemline of loving after incarceration, is a love story written in lyric and free form, set in reality with a different ever after.
My book of poetry is being redone by me, I have a beautiful cover designed and the book will have a few more than 200 poems in it. I am going to have it printed on demand here in Canada. When it is done I will let you know when it is done and if anyo
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