Mountains

The calling of the Cedar Waxwing, the red berry shall he feast upon

The Red Headed Woodpecker...

Where on land can I not go
what realm of beauty can I not know
Whether it be upon mountain...

Past lips chapped by winter's wind
breath inhaled in warm lungs end
Thoughts drift as I...

~~in a round-about way how can i say it
no way to beat around the bush
gotta come out and say...

Sonnet 5 A Poem broken

By Sophy Chen

In peace, stood in middle of high mountains

A...