By Faith Alone
From the tree of knowledge
The serpent offered me fruit
I chose
Then walked away
Not with an apple
But faith—
The choicest.
The Dead Poets Society met in a cave to read and share verse. This group is for poets who are very much alive, who have words running, pulsating through their veins. From an outside landscape that can be harsh and barren, we come together in this nurturing, verdant oasis; fellow wanderers, wonderers, sharing our words.
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