drawing a picture

a line is nothing but a dot that started out and didn’t stop until it reached a suitable spot my line has curved and made its way to give a shape of comforting sways two figures dancing and embraced hand in hand, face to face add some color, flesh them out bring some life, let... Continue Reading →

when you’re gone

I hear some tires not quite like yours but I let myself forget and think, he’s come home at last, though the fantasy fades  fast. Driving around with the windows down I catch a scent of baking cookies, a barbecue, a party of some family  still together, and I turn to smile at you but... Continue Reading →

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