Writing poetry helps my walk through the minefield that is my mental health. Sometimes it turns out something like what you see below. Words or sentence that often make little sence. But that is the joys of writing. Often something without Meaning. Photo by Miguel u00c1. Padriu00f1u00e1n on Pexels.com As the rains began to fall. … Continue reading Without Meaning
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