By Mark Tulin.
My mother died, but don’t worry, she’s all right, doing just fine, spends her days in a wooden box with me sleeping on the grass outside. She’s calm. Doesn’t say a word, doesn’t eat a thing, doesn’t move an inch…
— Read on thedrabble.wordpress.com/2018/09/25/the-perfect-place/
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Congratulations Mark, I enjoyed the mystical and spiritual feel of your poem.
Thank you. Bye the way, congratulations on your recent poetry accomplishments. I’ve enjoyed reading them. 👍
Yes Mark, it’s a grand feeling to our words published…….
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Clicked over and read the whole thing. This is so beautiful, Mark. Cheers and Happy New Year to You and Yours! 🙂
Thank you, Katy. Have a good New Year.
My pleasure, Mark. Thank You. 🙂