A cruel masterthe ticking clockSo much potentialGet it done! I rush past shadowscrumple the pagesfailed attemptsmounting What of dreams?Of life’s destiny?How I worshipat the altar of should Even with positivityfantastical notions fall shortI argue against uncertaintymeet only disapproval There is no magicno pre-destined famejust dust gatheringThe dead are unimpressed. (Image my own)
It’s so easy to spot in others – those that constantly complain about everything – but, do we catch it in ourselves? These days I admit to feeling overwhelmed. Everywhere I look there are things to pack, and dust balls waiting to be scooped up. I lie awake thinking about it, instead of getting much […]
Your neighborhood is so beautiful I want to come live there! Your poem is beautiful too! 😀 ❤
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Thanks. We have a spare room!
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If I had the money I would be there in a NY minute! LOL! 😀
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Ah, yes. Always that one problem, lol.
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This is truly beautiful.
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Thank you.
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LOVE IT! Might be a bit jealous that mine didn’t really stick. Hope it’s a sign! 😁
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Thanks. We’ve had more since – even the roads are white. I heard that they are calling it a Snowller Coaster this year.
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That is hilarious. Never heard that before! I somewhat hope it is!
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