CicelyTea : Writing

Lost.

Lost.

A Poem by CicelyTea


Some times we need to remind ourselves of what really matters most. :)
Days of Our Youth

Days of Our Youth

A Poem by CicelyTea


Love that is pure is made new each day.
Treats Left Behind.

Treats Left Behind.

A Poem by CicelyTea


A Haiku I compiled one fresh spring day.
Mesh Bicycle

Mesh Bicycle

A Poem by CicelyTea


The choices we make in life are our own. Ultimately, we choose our feelings.