It is impossible to change the past, the leaves have already fallen, your footsteps have already imprinted the purity of the fresh snowfall, the words have already escaped your chapped lips. It cannot be undone now, but your next reaction is in your control. Do not dare to weep at the demise of the hot… Continue reading “Move Forward” – Poem
Remember that warm September day? When we were younger- our stress at bay. It was the start before the end. Out last chance to be kids again. Your tanned cheeks, illuminated in the light peeking throughout the the open blinds, were reminders of the summer that we were leaving behind. Fourteen and ready to take… Continue reading “The First Day of School” – Poem
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