Through chatter and clatter, plates stacked high, The dog sat waiting, with hunger in his eye. For parties may end, and guests may depart, But scraps will soon fall, now, that’s the best part!
There’s a story in silence, a tale in a sigh, of joy that’s remembered, of tears that run dry. A heart that is full must sometimes release, to make room for new and to find some peace.
This is the selfie saga, spontaneous, garish, unapologetically raw. Stopping on every corner to strike a pose, connecting us momentarily in this carousel of pixels, before being swept aside by the endless scroll.
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The Last Bite
The dog sat waiting, with hunger in his eye.
For parties may end, and guests may depart,
But scraps will soon fall, now, that’s the best part!
Room for New
of joy that’s remembered, of tears that run dry.
A heart that is full must sometimes release,
to make room for new and to find some peace.
Shiny and Far
Climb aboard let's follow that star!
Here I Am
Threads of Nature
Yellow Parade
The cold can’t crack this bond we’ve made.