Four people. Two very different encounters... She places the tabloid on the counter. No eye contact...
Tag: micro poem
A short poem about love
A tiny poem about love...
Walk with me
Quick poetry shot about June in the northern hemisphere. Walk with me...
The past is like a warm blanket
The past is a warm blanket wrapped around you: Comfortable, certain, sometimes smothering. The future is a magic carpet: Scary, exhilarating, leading to eternity.
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