Along a sandy beach
Playing the game of fairy
With wings on my back
I fly, fly, fly
I drop my wand
I lose control
I fall, fall, fall
I’m my old self again
Disappointed
My Blog where some of my journals, poetry, thoughts are exhited.
I walk in the fog
Along a sandy beach Playing the game of fairy With wings on my back I fly, fly, fly I drop my wand I lose control I fall, fall, fall I’m my old self again Disappointed 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 |