Melting Sunlight

Distant breeze

cold lonely nights..

Wake-up tree’s


the frost melting


Starry skies

popsicle dreams

twinkling eyes

naughty teens..

Rich or poor

living quietly free…

Silent soft life


the midnight


This piece inspired


a toad’s morning thoughts..

Here is a surprise,

standing outside Tim Horton’s

have a cigarette;

A lady walks up and hands me

a box of chocolates…

(You know the saying,

“Life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you’re going to get!”)

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