2001
Behind the mask, a secret lies, A world unseen by prying eyes. A smile painted, a laugh well feig… And beneath it all, true feelings… A mask of joy, a mask of peace,
In the quiet of twilight, a young… Fourteen years old, courage trembl… He whispered truth to shadows, unv… “I am gay,” he said, tearing world… His home, once warm, now echoes wi…
A century’s bloom, a life well-spe… A mother’s love, heaven-sent. One hundred and two years of grace… A journey through time, a cherishe… Her steps may falter, but not her…
To stay in the moment, breathe slo… Let go of your worries, no secrets… Feel the warmth of the sun on your… Lay down in the grass, let peace c… The past is a whisper, the future…
Quail whistles Bob White, As crickets strum their leggy tune… A moth flits, drawn to the porch l… Its delicate wings brushing agains… Above the moonless sky,
In the hushed embrace of dawn, whe… KenRay Lake rests, nestled among… For sixty years, you’ve cast your… A dance of hope upon its mirrored… The sun, a flat rock, skips across…
In the cold embrace of winter’s gr… When mornings arrive with an icy t… I find it hard to leave my bed, With dreams of warmth still in my… The world outside is gray and stil…
In the dance of cause and effect, Karma spins a subtle thread, Where actions plant the seeds we s… Bears fruit on the paths we’re led… What you reap is what you plant,
In life’s grand theater, where spo… Not for perfection’s stage, but fo… Dancers of trials, leaping over ba… Triumphs etched in scars, where re… To the brave souls who weathered y…
In Australia, where rivers ebb an… Lives a curious creature, by the n… With a bill like a duck, and a tai… He’d swim through the water, a tru… Plato the Platypus, wise and prof…
As zephyr’s weave through leaves,… Carrying fragrant tales across the… Air, the breath of existence, fill… Like a delicate bloom, cherished a… Beneath our feet, the soil cradles…
In the mirror, a face I see, Etched with lines of memory. Eyes that once sparkled bright, Now reflect a softer light. Hair of silver, touched by years,
Mindy the Moose Way up north, where the winds blow… Lives Mindy the moose, big, brave… In the shimmering snow, her story’… Of adventures and tales, both new…
In the quiet hours of twilight, When shadows lengthen and memories… I find solace in the lines etched… Each wrinkle a testament to a life… The laughter lines around my eyes,
Sometimes I feel sad For no Reason. Sometimes
