Archive for Author: soledads.atelier

Evening Bus Home

August is May’s bewitching sister She comes in a bloom, And leaves with much to be desired… She arrives with new beginnings And sets with many a endings As warm things and cold dreams cast a shadow over the sun September silently unfolds its curls In her crisp calm...

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Foreign land

Sound of autumn rain in my garden, Dim fairy lights by the fireplace I hear my cats’ collars and bells; the anthem of this home It’s a moment of comfort amidst this never ending craze A hot cup of cocoa in my hand My loyal blanket keeping me warm...

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Kinder Days

Some days are kind. You wake up and there is a sense of purpose, a sense of knowing where to go. You step out of bed and it doesn’t take the energy of Stones and Waterfalls to support your steps. These are the days when all your decisions feel...

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White windows

Life is like a candle, burning slowly and eerily through a long dark night. By the time it is daylight, it burns out.Candle has but only its own fire that burns with its very own fuel to keep the night lit. I have walked several roads in this life...

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