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We are thrilled that anyone would want to read our wild ramblings...well, at least I am :p

Now for my first poem. This one's from a couple of years back, but it partially explains my choice of Nom de Plume. It's not really meant to make much sense though. Enjoy!

"I am the wilting leaf that pines for the sun in the dead of winter.
I am the desert plant that longs for the rain in the midst of drought.
I am the twisted vine that mourns for an oak on which to lean.
I am the wearied sapling that wants for a post to lift it up.

I am the flower without the bee, the bird without the tree.
I am the bell without the steeple…

…a rose…

…that is me."