Life's Journey Through Poetry

As regal as regal can be Head skyward, whirring wings In suspension, formed easily; Melodic notes do ring Come close, my wind shall dry...

As sure as the rising sun And the darkness that ensues The clock pauses at four 15010 will have all the news Bottles in hand and glasses...

Strolling along a sparse paved road Moss stones and stately trees A secret place is mine to find Faint whispers in the leaves “Come stay...