Cherry

Little Flame

I dance Flicker, Falter, Rise and fall Little flame of amber whispers All too soon a deafening call Like a raindrop turns to flooding Little flame a fire grooms

LIFE SHOULD BE SMILES poem

Snarls deride and words describe

OLD STORM poem

Fur once flowed in majesty as the wind caroused coat worn and thinning
Cherry

Boxes of Bones

Boxes of Bones The things from the old marital attic got damp and covered with dust placed carelessly with rancour perhaps My highschool yearbook

AN ORIGINAL MESSAGE poem

Although mountains are majestic and missiles powerful, full of noise
Cherry

SF. Pt.26b. Gulf Stream

Ruminating with one eye on the weather.
Cherry

Talk To Me

...

Sunny Day

I see you everyday...

These Were the Things...

...that shaped my life.

Haiku 2 (15)

She smiles, almost tears in her eyes, Delicate and bleary 15 and tonight not asked for id.

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