Tag: writing
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The Visitor
I look down at these tiny people, And I am bewildered. A strange race, these humans. Bickering, name calling, violence. So much anger, too much hate. Not just here… in this city I am visiting, It appears to be worldwide. And in this thing they call Twitter. So evil, the things they say. Too unkind. I…
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Sand Castles
Haiku & Photo Art Fleeting memories, Building castles in the sand, Smell of sun tan oil. Colored umbrellas, Wet seashells in my pocket, Salty ocean breeze. Pizza and soda, Surfers looking for “the” wave, Orange and pink sunset. Kids laugh, lovers smile, Beach life offers brief reprieve, Fleeting memories. Now that I’m out of “story…



