Poem From a History Notebook
The notebook in my heart bears your name and reads of beautiful places and past times, destroyed.
Poetry
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A Rose Stem in Winter
We know a rose loses its petals, but what does the rose choose to do with them?
And so concluded the last sunset on Earth.
During the last sunset on Earth, my brother & I play checkers. Not chess, because he took classes while I never did, & that made it uninteresting for the both of us.