writing
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morning sky
the day begins in darkness, and so too shall it end, but on a fine spring morning, it’s a lush, illustrious blend, the pink represents promise, the orange, a bright prospect, the blue is quiet calmness, like a moment to reflect, the sun is just awakening, in a newborn, golden glimmer, and gives the morning Continue reading
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april
Like many who are born in spring, I want to live life in full bloom. If to my petals, snow should cling, I shan’t succumb to wintry doom. The rain shall tumble from the sky, but beneath it I shall grow, even through grey skies, my hopes still fly, Til golden sun sets them aglow. Continue reading
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loss
I could feel the bones in your back, though you purred against my hand, your eyes were half-closed, and I knew. I think you did, too. it was a cloudy day on the brink of winter, and the bad news fell like an anchor, I kept saying goodbye long after you couldn’t hear it anymore. Continue reading
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Mistake
We all make mistakes. It’s part of being human. I recently ordered Starbucks after work (a true detriment to my diet, and my wallet, is that I work directly across from one) because the autumn drinks were released. I’m a sucker for a venti, hot apple crisp macchiato. When I rolled up to pick up Continue reading
Frostwritten 