Telling the Truth

connecting the dots of my life

Tag: nationalpoetrymonth

Tiny baby shooting star,
Whose brush painted you
so tenderly? Read the rest of this entry »

trembling
eyes meet
breathless Read the rest of this entry »

looking up
I see you writing
inky words
on yellowed paper
lost memories
shades of the woman
I was then

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brushed by leaves
golden fruit floats
in midair