Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
Love is by rare design God’s hand sculpting soft clay of our souls, molding us in his likeness
In the dreaming hours juxtaposed between keeping watch on the ticking clock and
As fiery sun sinks low in bronze tinted sky a rush and flurry of wings take flight when the earth takes a breath, heaves a sigh Time to rest as nature prepares for night
I thought I saw you in the clouds floating in an azure sky but it was only my memories playing tricks on me
Here I sit years later, still trusting love will prevail yet the things I see in this world it appears to no avail
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