She closes her eyes, drawing breath deep into her lungs.
The aroma of fresh cut grass touches her nose, a reminder that life doesn’t end with death.
A solitary tear escapes her eyes as her cheeks tingle with warmth from the sun.
I live in a world of fantasy, so keep your reality away from me.
Try. Try again.
Don't die before your death
Can you hear the silence?
Trying to avoid society's pigeonholes
Poems From My Heart
Writer. Speaker. Author.
Exploring open roads without breaking the bank
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Critical. Crazy. Catastrophic.
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Heifetz's fits on teaching, writing, the woods, and other miscellanea
Growing older is inevitable. Growing up is optional.
Unfolding From the Fog (or What I Think About When I Walk My Dog)
and we put them back together
Sharing my heart without strings...
micropoetry for the people
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