Poetry for me is a way of living, it comes out of nowhere and I have to write it down. How I write, what I write, I decide. I am not asking you to be judgemental. I am gifted with the ability to see beyond the obvious.
Sunday, April 30, 2006
Haiku---Walking Alone
Shimmering sunlight Filtering in through the leaves I walk so alone
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