My Lucid Reality

Rain

The rain playfully recoiled off my shoulders, the less exuberant drops trailed down my hair, rivulets that traced the curve of my jaw.  I hadn’t had the pleasure of finding many rain storms like this, the water fell gently, and the temperature was just right.  I stepped forward, not far away there was a gazebo, [...]

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Mangled Poetry - The Kiss

For a change of pace, I hope to introduce a new Sunday feature, I call it “Mangled Poetry”  for a first attempt I plan on aiming really low, and as time progresses, I’ll try to aim lower.  A good example of a mangled poem is the classic: “Roses are Red, Violets are Blue, Some Poems Rhyme, Some don’t.” Today I [...]

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