Traces of the Soul
2 days, 3 hours
Were we destiny?
Or were you just my fate boy?
Did I walk away?
© Emily Page
As I contemplated my article today, I was thinking how it was the end of autumn and the beginning of winter. I always hate to see autumn go. 520 more words
2 weeks, 6 days
It feels contrived
seeing myself in my name
when the birds fly off in a different angle
ink from a pen blots the page
and the paintbrush is stationary… 165 more words
3 weeks, 6 days
If Canada could fit in my pocket
If I could fit you in my pocket
you’d be strong but not heavy
tough skinned but still pretty… 151 more words