A top floor door that opens to outpour. Who would see her drench in the summer rain? The birds that flew northwest would be sleeping in the nest. Silver owls hoot gracefully scanning dead of night. Footprints of frogs near the drain hole. Dancing insects under the lit...
Fella, this summer makes no difference; Her prayer beads will roll. Make a difference in her life; Visit her before the winter calls. Boxes comes in many shapes, Some for clothes, Some for cereals, Some for Christians, Some for everything else. – Emily...
When every story ends, There will be a beginning, Then, you and I will sleep Under the soil’s coverlet. Oceans will remember, Melodies of your soul, That once made meaningless mornings, A poet’s desk. – Emily...
She peeped into the mug, Filled with twirling chocolate milk. Flashback to the good old days, Stories cello taped to her memories. Gestures, acts, events, life and death, Drama, dance, music and then the reality. Quarantine days makes no difference, The show must go...
The dark black sky. The stars have diappeared. To adorn a crown. Every dark sky is not hopeless, For a higher purpose is to be served. BELIEVE. You don’t need lights to fight. – Emily Parker
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