MarissaArt

Lila, How are you doing today? Are you feeling fine? Sorry if it’s repetitive That I ask this every time I got a new job yesterday I thought you’d want to know It’s at a paper factory A place you’d never go I’d like to hear from you I can’t be the only one sending But I already know it’s not possible We both know it’s true Ever since that night in December There’s been no contact And there hasn’t been a lick of exchange Between our silent minds Why did we fight that night? Was it because of the money? Or was it because I didn’t come to your parties? I guess

Children and adults of all ages come to sing and pray Holy is the Lord, that’s what the people shout Undo your sins and throw them into the bay of repentance Reach your heart out to the divine spirit waiting for to you Chant God’s name to prove your religion Heed the priest’s words like he is God himself

A Sunday morning is when the leaves scattered. Unseen is the sun; the clouds, so white, cover it. Tis the season to wear scarfs, sweaters, and socks. Use the kettle to make tea for two, a group, or a few. Mother and father rake the leaves from the grass beds. No-one is somber as we live through this chilly season.