Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
I looked for you today, I thought I saw your face there amongst the wintry clouds But when I looked again, they became another memory covered in tattered grey shrouds Then came the ache of missing you, harsh as the brilliant sun shining through… Continue Reading “Tattered Grey”
The poetarian peered at the matte obsidian sky and, defying earth’s gravity, with wings she began to glide
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