Toothing Poems - Poems about Toothing

...Leaves are falling as if it was its last, but truthfully, its the beginning for a new sprout. The twigs are talking to say it is time, but fairly, time is only just a simple human theory. Th......

Continue reading...

...One by one your bones are stacked, to hold back Mother Nature. Or as a need for privacy, a man made stone enclosure. You turn a graceful curve around, a walkway or a drive. At times you are snap-lin......

Continue reading...