Happy Canada Day to my fellow Canadian bloggers!
Sorry for being absent.
Sorry for not posting in a while.
Sorry for not sharing my thoughts.
Here’s some poutine.
On watery paths one strolls to clarity,
as a way to seek what flows within.
Through fog one tends to plead abundantly,
to grasp the right point to begin.
Blindly one reaches to find the trigger,
knowing the future holds no promise.
Of torn veins, and one is left to linger,
and push assurance into darkness.
A solace’s call disguises merits,
while effort ends a valuable connection.
One can burn attacks in spirits,
when succeeding with the right selection.
Anecdotes of a silly woman
Tales from the mouth of a wolf
Fumbling by Leisure, Singing to Cake
What interests me, might interest you
My Trysts With Dreams And Reality
Because poetry. And petals.
Poetry, quotes and sometimes my thoughts
A blog full of humorous and poignant observations.
Poetry by Leanne Rebecca Ortbals
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