Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
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
Beloved, embrace me Let us languish away morning hours Indulging in pent-up passions
Upon reflection with Moon The answers there to see A tortured heart swooned Once tethered soul set free
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