This is what flows from my mind, through my pen, and onto bound pages. (Or in this case, through my fingertips and onto a computer screen). I hope you enjoy my poetry and prose! -Amber Corcoran
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
Englyn Proest Dalgron
Inside me now lives this poem.
Poetry has its own bone.
In my body, words find home,
‘til onto paper they’re strewn.
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