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Tuesday, November 22, 2016


Swallowing her whole,
she can’t escape the barrage
hurtful words pierce through
but there’s no visible bruise;
if she could only forget

Copyright by NewLife2008

Monday, November 7, 2016

Transitory Stay

How I would love to gather my thoughts
But they’re leaves in the blowing wind
Around and around they go
Until the wind dies down
On the ground they stay
As they decay
One by one
They die

Copyright by NewLife2008