Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
Oh winds of change why must you blowand come roaring in like a hurricaneblowing my comfortable life to and froleft in your wake, everything’s changed And yet, the unknown is always thereor so say the stoics of centuries pastfor comfort is but an illusion… Continue Reading “Oh Winds Of Change”
In truth, what is love? Is it a broken soul pleading for help locked in a prison they created? Or a shadowy figure standing in darkness beckoning to you, yes, come here, to me Do you give your heart and your light?
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