How wonderful, wonderfully peaceful are my days.
Brimming with contentment.
I am bursting to write.
Wax poetic, spurt effusive.
Alas! my words don't flow when my cup overflows.
I am smiling at this screen.
No torment to denote.
No conflict to resolve.
Just butterfly kisses and sunrise tickled pink.
How wonderful, wonderfully peaceful are my days.
1 comment:
nice..if thats what it takes, Id rather you be at a loss for things to write about:) on the other hand you can watch 60 mins with me and feel some angst
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