I poem I wrote from a writing prompt.

Progress on websites and whatever.

This Poem is about trying to learn where I come from, what is my origin.

The Third Edition of the shoddy short stories written by three best friends in their High School Years.
*Contains Explicit Content*
*All grammatical errors are deliberate.*
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The architect of the cosmos delights in me. That one fact alone causes my heart to expand with possibilities beyond my wildest dreams.

Mountains are God’s Creation.

A quilt pf squares my that has been past down from my ancestors. It is comprised of different memories and has sentimental value of a heritage that we are proud of.

The state of America.

Its about a tree and its life but most importantly what people do to these lovely creations and the problems that they bring themselves like Global Warming and the cutting of those trees in rainforests.

Was a place so divine in time?