This is a poem I wrote in the winter...wishing that summer would soon arrive. It's short.
Endless ebb and flow of warm summer breezes lightly lifting freshly cut grass into the air brightly brazen flowers blooming, dancing to the robins song Hallelujiah! Spring is here dead of winter gone.
Corporal Travis dreamed of partnering with a police dog, but Fate handed him a faery and something unexpected instead.. As his normal world spirals into chaos, he is thrust into a centuries-old conflict with stakes higher than he ever imagined.
The higher you go into the hills, the deeper the secrets...
A seemingly innocent piece of mail shatters the illusion of Beverly Hills luxury, forcing a terrifying statement from a powerful action movie mogul: "they can't kill us fast enough."
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