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Poetry Collection

by Dorethea J. Fields

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October 06, 2025

Seasons

like bone turns to ash,  leaves disintegrate between alabaster fingers - this too shall pass away like the family grieves,  wind howls through a forest of barren trees - this too shal...


Book Description

This is the place where I intend to put any poetry that I write and feel should be published to the world.