Heather burns


Sometimes I Wonder


Sometimes I smile and wonder
Why things happen as they do

could it just be fate
or fancy passing through

perhaps it could be oh
well I just can't say

maybe I'll save this one
for another day.

Submitted: Sunday, January 05, 2014
Edited: Monday, January 06, 2014

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  • Ken E Hall (4/28/2014 7:02:00 AM)

    The poem makes one wonder...what if and why be it fate or just the way the cookie crumbles...you have started a
    wonder for me Heather in your clever thinking...great...regards (Report) Reply

  • Amitava Sur (1/13/2014 12:34:00 AM)

    Very true you are Heather, the more you'll see the more you'll be wondering, but they will happen. This uncertainty is apart of life..... well questioned.
    You may read my I have been listening (Report) Reply

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