Living in an age with a lot of questions
Feels like no one has any answers
I can still hear the voice from last night
A burned window left on the side
Small blocks lying on the floor
It has no significance; I can’t move
An oak tree is all I saw there
Losing all the leaves in a row
I can feel the dead inside
Feels like it’s surrounding me
Hands roll over to the clock
What time is it?
Seems like the season has changed
It’s only a hunt; when will it end?
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After the storm of winter snow there sat a small bear by the name Ted, of course. He loves the snow and likes to roll around in it making all sorts of trails and whatever he has a mind to do. He wondered where all the people are, but in a way, he is hoping that they are all snug in the homes maybe drinking hot chocolate-one of his favorite drinks with mini-marshmallows and eating something homemade for he likes this winter wonderland all to himself to romp and play and maybe even catch some fish down by the river.
By Mark Graham5 days ago in Fiction
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