My Road
life is pulling me down a road I don’t know or do I if it is the same road as before I believe I missed my turn or if it is a new road I’m too weary to tell is that the wind no it is the sound of my […]
Haiku 50.18
the seasons of life were flying by when a fresh rain fell like a song
Haiku 49.18
I’m silent but my hands are typing trying to find the words to say
