Pulp Thoughts A blank space my white paper. Inkblots, like my thoughts. Dotted lines- a poem appears. The paper, once a tree with flowers, held life and grew. It was chopped down and made into pulp. The pulp dried and I write down thoughts hidden from view. [su_mary_bone]
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Surf Vibes I was having surf vibes on my surf board. Trying to catch a wave. The pristine, ultra white beaches against the sea was enough to take my breath away. [su_mary_bone]
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The Face of Death The doctor has seen the face of death on many occasions. He has seen scars and lacerations. His duty, his call the doctor has seen it all. [su_mary_bone]
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Rear View Mirror Basking on the beaches of the Amalfi Coast I left the world behind, in southern Italy. It was so unique and exclusive. I was glad to see the dust fly in my rear view mirror. [su_mary_bone]
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Tropical Garden In my mind I see a tropical garden with Palm Beach petals. The flowers are natural and colorful, reminding me of a rain forest in Brazil. There was a russet hue from the sun. This was truly a dream in paradise. [su_mary_bone]
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