Life's Bitter Harvest
time...
A bitter wind blew through the reeds,
Inciting every falling leaf...
One may sit and wonder,
What lies up ahead...
My sight grows dim
As my colours slowly fade to gray...
I wander cold, when all is told,
Alone within my heart...
I Knew Joy
A smile adorned my face...
Chapter one is completely blank,
The words come with each day...
Laughing with composer, sat the sky,
Dangling, from a lamp, his toes...
Dream of the magic taste
walk without a splinter...
You!
Who stitched your image from borrowed skin...
“Let kindness speak when shadows rise,
It’s the quiet power that never dies...
I am nobody
and might always be like such...