The Red Ball in the Sky
A good boy's last leap
Red ball soaring high,
Winston leaps to catch the sky.
Rest easy, sweet friend.
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Natacha Pierre
I'm a physician & world traveler, but those two things don't define me. What I truly am is passionately curious and a chaser of awe, which has led me to many unique paths in life. And writing about my adventures & insights brings me flow.
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Winter Up High
Upon the North, where winter holds its sway, The frigid nights descend with solemn grace, A silent, diamond dust along the way, And moonbeams carve the shadows of the place. The wind, a ghost that whispers through the pines, Doth chill the very breath that leaves the lip, The ground is bound by frosted, silver lines, And stars, like scattered jewels, their vigil keep. The long dark hours demand a sheltered rest, Where firelight dances on the hearth's warm stones, And weary souls are welcomed to the nest, To chase the biting cold from blood and bones. Yet in this chill, a stark, pure beauty lies, Reflected in the vast and endless skies.
By Vinn Blackabout 7 hours ago in Poets
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Good ⌚📝 , support me
Nice.
That is such a sad thing.
Poignant. Lovely. 🔴✨
I definitely shed tears writing this haiku, missing my boy Winston more than ever. His beloved red ball will forever be with me.