A Spring Day

 The trees are all dark brown and white. On the other side of the country road, she sits on a black wooden bench which is partly covered in snow. She smiles at the children playing in the snow, while sipping her coffee. The lines on her face as evidence of her mature glow. She sees... Continue Reading →

Poetry – The Sound of Silence

  "The pause; that impressive silence, that eloquent silence, that geometrically progressive silence which often achieves a desired effect where no combination of words, however so felicitous, could accomplish it." - Mark Twain   When I was 8, his hands kept going places and the beast in his eyes kept saying "It's fine" the distress... Continue Reading →

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