Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
And lo, a restless soul goes roaming through all the endless ebony nights as it dances in the garden of dreams The heart longs to flee and take flight.
It began with nothing more than a smile followed by an innocent hello and hello a spectral voice calling out of thin air a seraphic song playing in my lost soul.
She sways with a delicate dancers grace balanced between truth and bright dreams In vain, she searches for his shadowed face.
He’s coming raging thunderstorm lightning bolts crack on ebon darkest force rising once more taking her brief life.
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