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A place to write and store short poems. |
| Written for "EXPRESS IT IN EIGHT " , topic: Image of stairs (I've been fighting myself to return to active writing, this photo brought to mind my hesitance and why) Before me stands a cold gray stair And I wonder in silence as I star What lies above, hope or despair? I long to see, and I know I must. It may be fortune or I may go bust. My legs are stiff like a thing of rust. So, I turn my back and I walk away Leaving these steps for another day... A proud member of "The Power Reviewers Group" "Reading soothes the soul, writing sets it free." T.J. |