Not here to make you smile.
There’s no bird in the sky. None perched here. Not one over there. No chirp, tweet or song. Neither and nothing.
Why do you sit alone | In the medium | Atlanta traffic buzzing by | Were you abandoned
May I have this dance | Forget tomorrow | There is no email or deadline
Piercing purpose | Here are arms, hands an leg and foot | Send your daggers
A dark horizon | Questions looming in the head | Forgotten fragrance
To mean something, how many must I love?
To sail the ocean seems like a splendid adventure. And of course it would be beautiful
The world is ending and all we can do is love.
How we see issues and challenges directly affect our ability to overcome them.