My Words, My World

First drafts – A few pages in the large wilderness of the world of writing

Archive for the day “September 18, 2012”


I’m not a poet, and I rarely rhyme but today is different.



A harsh word slipped and fell today

Between two friends

No further words exchanged this day

No way to make amends

I hoped to catch a glance or maybe

The return of a friendly smile

Instead my day empty remained

My evening too, defiled

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