tap dance
tap dance © 2008 punkie in the inky darkness after midnight, it’s hard to decide which sounds sweeter: the tap dance of raindrops on maple leaves, or the whispering...
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When I’m having one of those days, I find it helpful to be conscious about how lucky I am. This is one of those days, and here are ten…
This poem is dedicated to pattymac3636. hide and seek by punkie there you lurk behind the scenes your self disguised as her diseased watching replays reading prose plotting how to overthrow…
This poem was born in May 2016. I tend to write poetry in despair. This piece is different. More hopeful about the possibility of emerging from pain and reclaiming the joy…