April was sweet and warm, and trees in full bloom. Revel in the spring fragrance.

Sharing poems & thoughts, one redacted word at a time.
April was sweet and warm, and trees in full bloom. Revel in the spring fragrance.

That minx, she was a wicked little soul.

Life is quite uncertain but I am resolved to wait for a brighter sun.

For the first time, my identity is forming - I feel this beginning should unparalyze my words. I need not be alone. I am here.

The jealousy in me is only my ego.

How I long for courage and a voice.

Oblivious of time immersed in the library, I have known paradise.

Her soul was all indifference, for she dared not confess love.

It was obvious I was too intense. There is just light and dark, all or nothing.

Fashion is ostentatious, but it might be a safety pin for you.
