Poetry as postcard!

…ow and endless, eerie nights. I dream of blizzards and violent winds that make the trees whistle. I dream of Sweden and its houses painted Falun red. I dream of frozen lakes and deep forests inhabited by owls. I dream of the smell of wood and Diana Krall’s gentle caresses on The Look of Love. I dream of seeing…
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Jenine Bsharah Baines
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Poetry as postcard!
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Written by Jenine Bsharah Baines3K Followers
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J…Jen…Jeni…Jenine... Proper names are poetry in the raw. (W.H. Auden) Poet, singer, seeker, hippie grandmother gleefully revealing herself
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