Fill the pages with
words and stories.
Fill our lives with
people and events.
Stories to tell our children.
Words to light our journey.
Life is short and precious.
It is our right to fill in the pages.
FILL THE PAGES
words
PLAY ME
Can my words soothe your dark soul?
Can my love ease the pain of night?
Try me.
Play me.
THE DEAD GAME
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From excellent writing and grammar to amazing storytelling I highly recommend this book! Now, this author has a new fan.
THE BOOK
Please take a closer look.
Something’s wrong with this book.
The words have come alive,
Breaking free to survive.
They are bursting forth with pride.
Smoke is pouring forth from inside.
Words need to be loved and shared
And not forced alone and scared.
Let the stories escape and play.
They will serve to brighten your day.
SOLITUDE
A rare commodity is solitude.
It can be easily misunderstood.
To be all alone with no one else around.
You can do this in the air or on the ground.
You can sail off in the blue sea,
Or hop on a plane without me.
We can all use some time alone
Without T.V. or telephone.
Time to think about your goal.
You will come back feeling whole.
PLAY ME A SONG
“Self Portrait with a Harp” (1791) (detail) by Rose-Adélaïde Ducreux (1761-1802).
Play me a song.
Don’t get me wrong.
I love your singing voice.
But the harp is my choice.
The music soothes my sad soul
From the day taking its toll.
I need the music today.
Please, sit down for me and play.
FLOWERS WILL BLOOM
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The sun will shine again.
You will stroll with a friend.
Colorful flowers will take bloom.
Normality will be back soon.
FACE FORWARD
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Face forward
And never behind
To the world
We left behind.
Don’t look back.
Drive.
Face forward
To the future.
IT COMES IN THE NIGHT
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It comes in the night.
It comes to all.
To all who sleep.
To all who lie awake.
It comes on soft wings.
It comes in silence.
I lie and wait.
In trepidation.
In fear.
For it.
SUSANNE LEIST 