Humid and wet
Sweating, drizzling, dripping
Yet presenting memories new

Prompted @ One Word – One Single Impression

The form of poetry is a cinquain. Perhaps it is a childish attempt, but I loved writing it! 🙂

Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

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