hanging in there
the dry leaves fill the hole
in the tree
nothing in the distant surrounding
can find refuge here
broken lives searching for
futile desire in the twilight
My Blog where some of my journals, poetry, thoughts are exhited.
like a hollow in a tree
hanging in there the dry leaves fill the hole in the tree nothing in the distant surrounding can find refuge here broken lives searching for futile desire in the twilight 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 |