Sometimes, a poem arrives unannounced. The poet stumbles upon it. The poet doesn't know how to contain it -- or doesn't want to. Dives in it. Allows the words to arrive. Enjoys the luck of being alive. And flies. Volatile is a collection of free-verse poems about nature, alive and enchanting. Fields, beaches, and nights are displayed here with unique brushstrokes.
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