Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
Counting the days we’ve loved is like counting grains of sand for my darling I dare not know where one ends and the other begins
Forgiveness– begging lips told lies broken promises scattered shattered heart weeping soul mercifully cries
Under the majestic canopy searching for the brightest gleaming stars those in blackest of nights that will shine
I am water I am a mountain stream flowing fresh and cold, clear and bright smoothing stone edges, into a mosaic of painted hues adorned by moments of my heart breaking and learning the inner
Bed of roses Bed of thorns Thorns of life Thorns of sin Sin is the cause Sin is the lust
As the sunset races across the lush lawn, he knows the time will soon come when he will hold her in his arms. A gentle breeze whispers through the cypress trees, as he sets the dinner table with hope she is pleased. Two luminous… Continue Reading “J’attendrai”
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