Your verse is unpretentious, very appealing.
I could picture myself in it as a musical metaphor,
a witness to the way the formality of white maneuvers
itself blushing over snowy rage; I the traveler in the
nostalgic vessel of your short stories, induced into the
creative form of your wit for the pure sake of having
something beautiful to sing about.
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Keep Climbing — Poem by Belle Green
How often I’ve forgotten that weather
can sometimes be unseasonably cool,
setting the tone for what I’m moving
into, showing me the risks with insight
and information.