My soul belongs to words and books. Every time I read, I’m home. Continue reading
Category: Poetry
The First Violet
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Fall
Hello Fall, I’ve been sitting here waiting for you Continue reading Fall
Summer is Like a Fruit
Summer is like a fruit, Still sour in early June, Starting to swell and mature in early July. It bursts open and the skin lets out the sugary juices in bright August. Continue reading Summer is Like a Fruit
The Window
The sea wind blows away sad thoughts and brings back the most beautiful memories from afar… Continue reading The Window
Windmills of My Mind 