Lumps of Coal and Paradise: hurts, humor and hallelujahs by Sara E. Rising
Words flow through my mind as water trickles over stones in a stream. Poems come to me, not over time, but in a flash. They must be written down quickly before they vanish forever. These are the ones I was able to capture. Enjoy!
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