Lonely on the Fringe
· poetry
Perfection is lonely And has no value If you are the only one In a place that no one knew...
Perfection is lonely And has no value If you are the only one In a place that no one knew...
It leaves behind nature’s complexities And slows life to only the essential The air suspending the minimum necessities As if...
A high heavy haze Obscures my gaze What color would the sky be at this time of day? Would it...
Two blue herons flew overhead, heading out to sea A white heron crossed their path to weave a wonder for...
Today someone special is turning one, A milestone of a life that's just begun One, with all the wonders of...
A flotilla of clouds drift across the dawn On a peacekeeping mission launched by a yawn Laden with goods being...