Daily Archives: December 11, 2018


Sensory Poetry

Happy And then after so much fight, it comes with no fanfare, no preface, no applause. The simplest little thought that passes by, almost unnoticed, like the tinies tendril on an almost forsaken tree. I’m happy. So short, so simple, so sweet, and yet with the power to answer a thousand questions, settle a thousand…

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