Poems from ccrunner600

A job is not simply an occupation, For the name makes it seem so obligatory and mundane. There is not better job for the 90,360 hour...
The sun shines bright upon the vast verdant meadow Studded with wildflowers waving in the breeze. In the stillness, all that can be heard...
The guests come to the masquerade. Each person wears a different mask. They hide behind their own disguise, Safe from the judgmental eyes....