Today, in Punxsutawney, Pa., Phil the ground hog did not see his shadow therefore; we will have an early spring. I am looking forward to the end of winter and […]
He saw her face again, under a different circumstance; memories still lingering within the fragrance. What they had was but a diversion; the acquaintance of familiarity at a fork in the […]
He buries his heart Beneath a bed of broken Thorns feeling the autumn Breeze becoming Winter winds along a Darkened sky. Carrying tiny Shards of reality along his Emotions slicing […]
I waited beneath the street lights; Wanting to catch a glimpse of your shadow. Giving me hope that you are somewhere, Nearby.