Lost in the Wilderness With Nothing to Write Home About by Chris Thomas

Jun 2021

Lost in the Wilderness With Nothing to Write Home About

Are frost-tipped noses
As crimson as roses?
Or are they just a window to winter's soul?
Are sun-dipped fairies
As green as rosemary?
Or have they all just flown too low?

Written by

Chris Thomas 43/M/Knoxville, Tennessee, USA

(43/M/Knoxville, Tennessee, USA)

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