40 dresses and no socks
to impress you
Jumbled and swollen
out of place and wilted
Trying to renew, trying to impress you
Birds sing out my hotel window
This spring day has brought fog and traffic sounds as well
Life is never linear
Nor love, I am told
The bus rattles outside
One sneaker is on, one dirty sock
Lost a bit without you
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Hi. Hello. Bonjour. Guten Morgen, dear reader.
I am a writer since birth, who seldom writes. In spurts I do, in my head. Those head lines are brilliant, and perfect, and right. But they rarely make it to paper. So, I'm here to change that.
God said, "Write, my sweet, just write." So, here I am, on the direct directive of said Spirit. ;)
I hope you find yourself here, alongside me.
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