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But now this place holds my pillow. And the flowering seeds of my child. Come to visit me instead. When the leaves let go of branching flesh. Where orange and gold burst forth. And rain chased them into rivers. As a thousand boats of gold. Swirled and twirled upon streaming creek. And disappeared under the stone arches. The joy of being Grannie. A few years back I.

Mind wanders into the hollow escapades of the past. As words stumble, crumble, splattering in figments onto the parchment. Scattered, scrambling together to form a coherent set of lines. Freeze paned, lead hovers ready to cross, scratch out. Pink embraces paper as the words scream out before they vanish, like they never lived. A sense of calm fills the air as gray slowly dances across the white horizon. Mdash; Leave a comment.

Wednesday, March 16, 2011. If I would aim a gun at you and told you not to move, what would you do? Why would you move? If I would keep still , I would be your slave. But you could be hurt or even killed. Why would I want to live if you can aim a gun at me? Links to this post. Sunday, March 13, 2011. As you borrow your light. Who tries to warm you. You need the darkest night. To let moonbeams run,. To whom is beneath you. And you the kite,. To guide me, ,.

My pet dragon and his best friend Emily insisted. Look up there, one of the students pointed. Is it safe for these children.

Saturday, December 29, 2012. Ornament made by Glenda for Connor . To match his heart of gold. Yet I still told him nothing was wrong and we should get going. He stepped in front of me, putting his hand gently on my shoulder.

At last, defeated by life. This entry was posted in Haiku. Or is it just the calm before the storm? Rattled. This entry was posted in 3ww. Burgers, potatoes and coke. This entry was posted in Haiku. I dream of my one true love. Cooped up in my room.