Wild Beauty Posted on September 9, 2020 by davidguerrieriwrites She watched him rage with the rapid tide like an oil painting left to dry, each stroke was wild beauty, behind him boats full throttle calm as the horizon. California September 2020 Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Like Loading...
Words Of An Average White Male 
Wow I like this poem. very expressive
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