woke the asleeped shores
nothing's left except broken garbage
on once proud land
the more than a chill
brought heavy snow
we're steered away
from comfort into icy cold
angry Mother Nature is punishing us
for our irresponsible doings
My Blog where some of my journals, poetry, thoughts are exhited.
waves climbed three storeys high
woke the asleeped shores nothing's left except broken garbage on once proud land the more than a chill brought heavy snow we're steered away from comfort into icy cold angry Mother Nature is punishing us for our irresponsible doings 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 |