Hope glitters
like rays of golden
sunlight piercing
the thick overgrowth
of my life.
Dare I respond
or is it just the
sharp deflection
of light on tinfoil
meant to keep
the scavengers away?
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Hope glitters
like rays of golden
sunlight piercing
the thick overgrowth
of my life.
Dare I respond
or is it just the
sharp deflection
of light on tinfoil
meant to keep
the scavengers away?
the stories behind the pictures, and vice versa
Experiments in Creative Writing, and more ....
Honest poetry
Speech Language Pathologist, Writer, Blogger -- musings, anecdotes, stories, quotes, life lessons and growth
Dusk & Resurrection
My photography journey as a hobbyist
Sharing the World We Love
poetry, words, visions on life
Man is only a pilgrim on Earth
9 out of 10 people don't look
age is just a (biggish) number
Poetry In the Waiting
Finding the odd among the ordinary
Hoping to inspire the world one word at a time.
Dedicated to A.
