Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
She walks with angels on a misty shore. The morning is damp and cold, but she does not feel it. As the frost smoke rises over the glassy lake, she stops, reflecting. At that moment, a magnificent large mouth bass escapes the water, breaking… Continue Reading “The Lake”
I am the willow You are the river I bend, I sway with the wind, I hang my majestic head and surround you Offering shelter when the world is falling down Baring my soul’s scars to your heart.
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