Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
The tick, tick, ticking clock resounds off the walls of the tiny room, reminding her each second she is alone. It’s always the same, she awakens, moves to the window and sits. Waiting.
Outcast -Linda Lee Lyberg Lovely white and black pigeon Born distinct from a genetic defect Outcast from the common flock
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