Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
To face less life ahead than behind elusive tender moments slipped through those once graceful now gnarled fingers entwined and left an old soul naked and stripped.
Spectral traces from long ago whispering in every room the sounds of children laughing amidst the tainted ruins
At the broken window while tears slide down her face she wonders how she came to be in this dreadful place At the broken window while the world keeps spinning on Her life has fallen around her with the coming of… Continue Reading “At The Broken Window”
The villagers scream Run, be sorely afraid! Though not a charming beast to hold and love When knights heft their mighty steel blades She peers into his eyes, sees the soul of a dove
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