Closet Doors
conditioned to hide existing invisibly stumbling through life misleading smiles masquerade unspoken, desired love
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Tanka Poetry
In Your Old Blue Eyes
In your old blue eyes I am still the smiling boy with mischief dimples– We hold hands and watch years pass and love mellows like fine wine.
November 5, 2010 | Posted in Tanka Poetry | Read More »
Flowers Bloom
Flowers Bloom Flowers bloom in a riot of outrageous colors- hot the summer’s breeze. Life moves with a measured pace And we but invited guests.
November 2, 2010 | Posted in Tanka Poetry | Read More »
