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

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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 … Continue Reading

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