Be careful! your wordsthey cut as sharped two-edged swords:you’re obliged to them.
Prevailing winds scatter/ thoughts
There is peace here
Little girl crying in barren ghetto,Not knowing where her parents areLeft all alone in late night’s darkness,Fear and silence…
I am the claythat’s awareit’s being molded.
John Diamond, M.D.
Calm waves of change wash over meKnowing today different from yesterdayAnd tomorrow will be more different still,As ocean waves…
It’d been a tiresome journeyTripping; running awayFrom the ghosts of the past