Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
Amber light streamed down from the arched windows, splattering the altar and their upturned faces and there in that golden moment, they found peace in the holiest of sacred places
Sun dogs and moon bows Crystal Prisms and rainbows Relieved of any constrictions Lay their colors upon my soul While I, within creative throes Of writing with utter conviction
Here I sit years later, still trusting love will prevail yet the things I see in this world it appears to no avail
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