Poetry Journal of Life in New York City
I have walked the walknavigated thru the pathof a young open woman's mind.Ambition.Ambivalence.Yearnings.Our City. An endless streamof finite consciousness gropingfor the light by inner urgingsto connect to that someone special.I pray you will.You are a good writer.I've left some comments hereand there. Be well.The Red Rooster.
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