Many years have passed watching, New Years turn old in just 365 days, we pick up pieces of tattered experiences searching for lost memories, something lost, something gained, right, wrong, like jigsaw puzzle we join the pieces, fixing them, hoping that next Year will not be same but a wee bit better than the year before....we dream on....
I write when my muse play tricks on me hiding behind the tunes of adversity. A simple thing such as smile or touch, anger or quote, music or hum,it sets my world rolling into a ball of perfumed poetry
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