A loud roar in the night
It wakes me up, in a fright.
Where did it come from, this loud roar?
A lion, a tiger, maybe a boar?
Category: poetry
Fly Away
Like a bird
With a clipped wing
I’m broken, I’m damaged
With no song to sing.
Connections
Three weeks became a year, a year became two;
Staying apart from everyone, there’s nothing we can do.
Sadness climbs high, happiness is low;
Even when we turn a corner, there’s nowhere to go...
Each Word Tells a Story…
My mind has been in a fog
So I decided to write a blog.
A place to write my thoughts
Because words say a lot...
Ringing in the New Year
A new year often has us thinking about fresh starts. Each year we strive to find that perfect resolution that will bring us more happiness and joy. But what if instead of looking for perfection, we look for something more meaningful…
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