Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
“On the cold cheek of death smiles and roses are blending, And beauty immortal awakes from the tomb.”– James Beattie Time, her only companion as she sits in failing light. Through the open window, a grassy scent of rain’s mist. She breathes in, a… Continue Reading “Time”
Lust hastens in enticing your innocent heart with grandiose plans of a lifetime to spend in one another’s arms.
There within fertile soil grows the tender shoots of crimson beets, earthy sweet and frilly carrot tops creeping down into the ground with tangled roots establishing their place until such times as they’re picked and land on the dinner plate.
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