Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
An evening meditation gives me the gift of a rainbow. Behind my veiled eyes, the colors burst forth in a brilliant promise of hope and love. I linger here, in the colors of my mind, waiting as they fade and disperse into the ether.
Sweet heart o’ mine, hear my yearning plea staring into your star struck eyes give me absolute hope, set my soul free to soar high in clouded lapis sky.
Laurels of Spring burst forth succulent grassy shoots nurtured by brilliant sun, cool rains
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