Thursday, March 26, 2009

Pink sunrise

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:

Anonymous said...

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