Poems
Broken Mirror
Feb 5th
In seven years I’ve had bad luck. Seeing broken glass shining, finally shinning back I see lost years, seeing only broken luck and shattered ways to see them true, I know now thinking shattered truths and one bright hope ever more. Seven year shattered luck a way to think you have lost it all. So think it threw and I’m sure next seven years will be better for you!
Valleys
Feb 5th
Long valleys green gold
Walk into unknown
See feel wonder
Find your path
Walk into the known
Where you go now
is the unknown…
Your return known
Valleys green and gold
Where will you go
Unknown…
