I've been scribbling again...
Poems in 140 characters or less...
....
a morning so lazy
not even the rain falls
....
the sleeping child
gently snoring
on his breath
a gull's faint cry
....
I am told - and never listen -
consider the reader
- odd
the writer is unique
....
haze hangs below
unburned mist
and we have a need
to go higher
....
I love this time
when my skin turns silver
no matter how hard you try
the day is over
....
peace:)
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