Dust and Sunbeams: Holding onto What Made Us Home
I remember the scrape of the woody chair The pounding sound of the small woody mortar I held their pain and joy within my plaster skin The beautiful friendship with one's daily…
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Meaningless
A clock ticks down in an empty room Nothing in there to hold to judgement The fire burns out, and the smoke fades A circle of no impact in the void Forgotten words that no one…
While the birds sing
While the trees Flourish and the flowers bloom The birds fly in a harmonic rhyme A jubilee for a season they await An invite for yet another dance They circle round an entire…
Saturday - What I Am Feeling Right Now?
When the night had come I feel being accomplished It's a time to rest supposedly But sometimes, it's the start Most especially when woke…
The whisper's of tomorrow
The evening sky is really quiet. When it gets dark the birds stop flying. This is when a special dream starts to shine. This dream is for people who have hope in…
The architecture of yesterday
I found an old hour sleeping in the cabinet Tucked beneath the once cherish frame A fragment of a smile we wore Before the passig of time redefined the line We used to be a…
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