Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
Eyes as bright as the bluest of sky a laugh that lit up a dreary room No one saw the black darkness lurking in the shadows of that captivating smile but all the while you were fighting demons, no rest for your soul until… Continue Reading “Broken Dreams”
And though her heart now gay life was once tragic when death’s pain had its way drowning life’s magic.
Image used with permission of the artist, Fay Collins She used to sway and dance on the water’s grassy shore where the waves ever lap singing their lulling chord.
The dark end of the empty street is where her soul longs to reside cloaking her imperfections hiding in the sombre night.
Vultures circling in morning sky what scent does the breeze carry Is it death or an exercise in teaching their young to be wary?
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