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Hear the door creakingMore light shines on the pathwayWinds of change blowing
Hear the door creakingMore light shines on the pathwayWinds of change blowing
I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox and which you were probably saving for breakfast forgive me they were delicious so sweet and so cold William Carlos Williams I teetered and tottered and mulled over in my mind just how I should start this entry to you, my lovely bride of almost…
There is none like MeI carry the wounds of deathAnd behold, I live
The man is agingHe cannot hold his own nowReality laughs
Chased out of the worldDriven from light into darkMy punishment – His
Bleeding from the thornsGasping to live to cry outFather, forgive them
ReunionsNervous PeopleStanding, Talking, LaughingReunions are much anticipatedReaquaintances
Like a wild squirrelLife is running ’round insideThe summer resumes
Can you hear the sound?The classroom is quiet nowMy pulse is slower
Endurance fails meThere are only five more daysA restored Summer