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The Sea and I
I loved the Ocean As a Child I am told, I got concerned for it, at low tides I cried thinking it was draining…. I
Deep Remembering
It rises as waves, this longing Waves that rise with anticipation and crash with disappointment And withdraw into the heart of the ocean The saltiness
Perfect Vision
This neighbour came home, last evening She just walked in, purposefully And then, just meandered in conversations. She has a lovely smile. She is always
Celebrating Mom
It’s 12 years today, since my mom passed on I feel, it will be better every passing year, This hollow in my heart won’t feel
She came out.
She is soft, not weak. She is moist, not dirty. She is slow, not dead. She is deliberate, not random. Don’t mistake her tears, for
War Story
Who started it. May be a wrong question. It’s easy, short sighted and shorted lived – a response. It ends in crucification of a single.
