"Autism & Memoirs of an Old Maid"…C'hele's Story

October 14, 2009


Filed under: Uncategorized — Tags: — C'hele @ 06:03

The night is falling and the evening is growing
The wind howls as if in protest.
The mottled dark sky gives way to shapes unknown
Some mysterious language known only to Gods.
Walking amidst the blustery winds
A one way exchange of some distant Owl is my only confidant.
And my soul feels renewed.
This is indeed a quick fix-
Then suddenly, I frown with concern about tomorrow.



  1. That’s so pretty! I love it! Im a poet myself.. only.. not as good. ;D

    Comment by freakinlolita — October 14, 2009 @ 06:04

    • Thank you! Laughing, I admit that I have no control over what pops up into my mind, lol

      Comment by C'hele — October 14, 2009 @ 06:07

  2. ^_^ Neither does half this idiotic world.

    Comment by freakinlolita — October 15, 2009 @ 00:51

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