Under my purple umbrella

I sat on

a gravestone.

lived in a

radioactive zone.

felt

all those

upturned bones,

record scones,

crepes and summer

skin tone.

raining, lightening,

thundering storms.

I sat

wondering

on the sea shore.

torn,

watching ships

come and go

under my

purple

umbrella.

 

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Author: Steven Humphreys

I have long been married and currently write health and wellness articles and poetry posts. I have authored several books currently for sale at most popular outlets. I hope you like my blog finding my articles informative and meaningful as well as entertaining. Let me know what you think. You can read more 'about me' on this site. Thanks for stopping by!

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