Tomorrow's Muse
With determination, the sun wakes to chase the moon away, dusts her seat and seeths with mild fury. Wake to taunts of the birds In their carefree symphony Why snuggle under sheets when
Poetry
A collection of 27 posts
An Early Morning Stroll
The cold wind whips across my face, dreams rouse lazily in my eyes, priming her meddling grip on my mind, Readying me for yet another race. I sigh, wondering how long I'
The Man From Down The Street
Going down the street, I saw a man staring intently at a wall I didn't believe he was as old as he looked because poverty had obviously taken him as mate