
let it fly like a bird
beyond the fiery red sunset
free my soul
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In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Que Sera Sera.”
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sitting on the rubble
the tiny kid
too frail for his age
dirty hands and torn clothes
staring vacantly
passers-by oblivious to his existence
the mother long gone
where will his fate take him
what perseverance he would show
how will he change his destiny
my life and me
shall make peace one day
and happily coexist
slanting rays beckoning winter
the shorter days and longer nights
the slight nip in the morning air
early on you have to turn on the lights
that immense sense of deja vu
the recollection of the faded past
the dreamy lazy afternoons
hoping they forever last
a strange familiar aura
it comes back every year
it makes connect with my past
and with memories that are too dear
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “That Stings!.”
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it is the best story
when i can read your mind
and be in your thoughts
is it love
or I like the way you care
but you are indispensable
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in the safflower fields
she stands with the wind in her hair
truly a desert rose