but my mind is
in the desert of
absent-spirited status
wandering under stars
the empty expression
holds back insptiration
each thread of which
is plucked like weeds
in desert
My Blog where some of my journals, poetry, thoughts are exhited.
I sit by the desk
but my mind is in the desert of absent-spirited status wandering under stars the empty expression holds back insptiration each thread of which is plucked like weeds in desert I welcome constructive but not rude comments.
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AuthorI started late to become a writer, after I graduated from the University of Auckland at the age of 57. It all began when one of my articles was first published in Muse, a magazine in Hong Kong. I just finished my first novel Tree which is about Chinese immigrants here in New Zealand. Being bipolar it hasn't been easy but I'm proud to have broken the vicious cycle and begin to enjoy life. I'm glad to have survived to this age and be able to live a most fulfilling life. Categories |