
When my day begins and sleep still holds me captive,
When the days are shorter than my lists,
When skies hold a meloncholic promise of grey,
When sun shines but never reaches,
When sun burns but never warms
When sun hides from summer storms
When sun smiles lonesome between silver tears
When sun smiles at beach days in the hazy rain,
When sun smiles in sarcasm
Karen Hayward ©2018
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Welcome to my blog! Here you will find different forms of creative writing, lots of swearing, erotic poetry, random thoughts, beautiful imagery, but most of all you will find a version of truth. My truth, this is the way that I see the world. However, all of my work is a form of creative writing, a combination of truth and fiction. I write to express my creativity, not my needs!
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