In fractured light, where shadows fall,
I see the echoes of a call.
A heart once whole, now torn apart,
The cracks reveal the wounded heart.
His eyes, once bright with dreams and hope,
Now wander lost, no longer cope.
Each step a struggle, each breath a sigh,
The broken him beneath the sky.
A silent plea beneath the cloud.
Yet in the cracks, a strength does lie,
A fragile hope that dares to fly.
Though broken now, the spirit’s flame,
Can mend the wounds and heal the pain.
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There's A Hole in My Bucket
It’s a well-known fact that Liza Dufresne was always the brains in the family. She was the one who always came up with the brilliant schemes the Dufresne kids carried out when they were younger. Like when they tricked Mrs. Claybourn into paying for a trip to Disney World. Liza convinced her that their parents had been kidnapped and were being held for ransom for the total price of three tickets. In reality, they were away on a weekend getaway for their anniversary. When they returned, Liza told the Claybourns that they did not like to talk about the ordeal. Their parents never found out how they got the money. Mrs. Claybourn never found out that the Dufresne parents were never really in any danger.
By David E. Perry2 days ago in Fiction
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