Tell me your secret voice of the past you who have lived and died on these pages...
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In This Dream I Had of Life
In this dream I had of life from the cradle to the grave...
I’ll Run Late
On that day, sun met shadow in a park; you ran late...
Experience
Experience is what the Rational call mistakes...
Hob-Nobs
Hobbled hob-nobs hobbling on home...
Simple Distractions
Simple distractions take up a pretty penny of our working time. Giuseppe Gillespie - November 2021 Like what you see? Consider Tipping/Donating: Donations Make a one-time donationYour contribution has made this writer's day!DonateMake a monthly donationMy Saviour!Donate monthly Buy Me A Coffee (similar to Patreon) More Haiku...
These Days I Melt Through
These days I melt through, Life’s candlewax burning down. How long will it last? Giuseppe Gillespie - November 2021 Like what you see? Consider Tipping/Donating: Donations Make a one-time donationYour contribution has made this writer's day!DonateMake a monthly donationMy Saviour!Donate monthly Buy Me A Coffee (similar to Patreon) More Haiku...
All is Forgotten
Damp stone tombstones cracked, Rotted, and unreadable. All is forgotten. Giuseppe Gillespie - November 2021 Like what you see? Consider Tipping/Donating: Donations Make a one-time donationYour contribution has made this writer's day!DonateMake a monthly donationMy Saviour!Donate monthly Buy Me A Coffee (similar to Patreon) More Haiku...
This Little Notebook
This little notebook, Weighed down over time with ink, Its blank pages stained. Giuseppe Gillespie - November 2021 Like what you see? Consider Tipping/Donating: Donations Make a one-time donationYour contribution has made this writer's day!DonateMake a monthly donationMy Saviour!Donate monthly Buy Me A Coffee (similar to Patreon) More Haiku...
Tick Tock, Tick Tock Sounding
Tick tock, tick tock sounding...