Monday Haiku 

Violent waves call me Thunder rolls, lightning cracks Bahamian storms.  ——— Monday morning blues Traffic interrupts travel Fine city living 

Cloud of Despair 

Like the clouds I am free- to be who I want to be.  A puff of white or a blackened canvas.  An attempt to change me will result in failure.  A twist in fate- just enough to sate the beast within.  Who dares to answer the call? Not me, for I am nothing.  A cloudContinue reading “Cloud of Despair “

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