Twenty-four hours in a day: Not one, not two, but twenty-four. Take away sleep hours and eating hours, And there should still be enough hours left For me to do the things I have, I want, I must, I dream to do. Yet no matter how well I plan my day, No matter what careful … Continue reading A Question of Time
When the world around me speaks, I try to listen, I try to understand. I don't speak much, though, I don't have much to say, Whether you ask me how was my day, How am I feeling, Or why I do this or that in this or that way. I do have thoughts and opinions … Continue reading Nothing to Say
When I walk through the russet park On a carpet of dying leafs And come upon a deserted bench Sprinkled with dew drops and rotting at the edges, That’s when I think of you. * When it’s raining on the streets And raindrops die upon the pavement And I splash through muddy pools alongside strangers, … Continue reading You In My Thoughts
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