Yes, I write poetry. It’s not very good, but I like it.
All that remains: a dead, broken heart,
and a dozen red roses that wilt.
But life moves on, and on,
With you or without -
So grab onto its hand and just start.
#poetry
All that remains: a dead, broken heart,
and a dozen red roses that wilt.
But life moves on, and on,
With you or without -
So grab onto its hand and just start.
#poetry
Are they mine?
Are they ours?
Perhaps simply borrowed.
They are happily taking the sun,
And give not oxygen,
But peace.
They grow, and grow, and
Grow.
Are they mine?
Are they ours?
Perhaps simply borrowed.
They are happily taking the sun,
And give not oxygen,
But peace.
They grow, and grow, and
Grow.
KURT VONNEGUT - born 101yrs ago today - was the only one to respond.
His reply was just wonderful.
KURT VONNEGUT - born 101yrs ago today - was the only one to respond.
His reply was just wonderful.