Poetry by Geode

Life is not always an easy joyous trip. It tends to be as the meadow; a rolling wavy field of love curessed flowers with the odd gopher hole or two. ^_~

Pains End
by Geode

Moon Sung Love
by Geode

Wistful
by Geode

Doubt
by Geode

Soul's Madre
by Geode

Them
by Geode

Sweet Laughter
by Geode

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