Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
Beautiful harmony of two hearts released a quickening of breath and the fall-ing with a flash of pale flesh thoughtless recklessness
And the wind sighed as earth cried weeping toxic tears caused by man whose harsh hand has not held her dear
“If we don’t know life, how can we know death?” Confucius We all must die this I know, but the puzzle that remains is why some go before growing old, snatched from life before their time.
It seems like only yesterday since you took your last breath. Life circles and cycles through, we carry on, as if nothing important happened when we said goodbye.
Cobble a melody with echoes of stones and bones a raucous music malady of haunting pounding tones.
Fading into the purple haze of blues remembering your brown eyes laughing Yearning for one more glimpse of you
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