Lifetime

A Haiku

By Vikki HeadPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read

It's time to wake up,

a lifetime is just a dream.

Time to go to bed.

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Vikki Head

There is life-giving and renewing energy in the written word. I find power and solace behind the pen and keyboard and an outlet for my different passions. I enjoy writing fantasy and sci-fi and poetry will always be my third child.

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