If I could actually get a publisher to notice my works it would be awesome.


Abandoned BuildingAbandoned BuildingAbandoned Building
It sits there day and night, Decrepit and bruised from mother-nature's cunning, The Salmon Walls and peacock doors yield peeling paint, From the building on Harbor Boulevard.
It sighs melancholically as it watches passersby, Its chartreuse grasses dotted with sulfur streaks, The tangled amber bushes grow crooked each day, By the building on Harbor Boulevard.
The inside walls are pale and mottled,
With cobwebs dominating its clear-cut corners,
The floors are cluttered with leaves and dirt, In the building on Harbor Boulevard.  
| I am a woman of many talents, you decide which is best. I love the written word, and nature and its beauty and the life it supports are my drug. |
And sorry for the late reply... (because of the DD)
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my gallery [link]
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Visit my Garden
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Open for Commissions
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My Prints
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out of words, out of mind, out of place
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out of words, out of mind, out of place
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