My criminal act concealed
for now we roam beneath bare
branches. Follow the river down
for a radical blossoming
before another cyclone wrecked
hillside. Sneezes for no reason—
there’s never a reason
to be so coy. Forgiveness begins
at the head of the falls.
Night & Day Poems of Amy Nash 
Thanks for posting this. I enjoyed reading it very much. Reading and writing poetry relaxes me and I think it’s soothing for the soul. Great job.
A Poem for Mothers
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Cold breath melts windstorm broken…
The signs portrayed the wander fled moss…
Hearts dead in the stone covered waterwash…
She stands lurching night in her white pale eyes…
I see the travel ahead with search and founder ablaze…
The cold turns focus into infinite sweat…
All along we cradle the path with distichous humbility…
Entropy wears a disguise…….
Really liked this one!!! Nice work Amy Nash!!!
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