possessed strings

Incense burning near the bed she had 6 strings possessed of beauty in the house of echoes that never slept. I sat listening with an unsuspecting heart her smile captured my being like a puddle catches raindrops in early spring.


While sitting at a restaurant enjoying coffee Sugar and coffee beans talked to me. Now this might sound strange,but it happened. I know,because I was there. “equals” One cup of coffee A teaspoon of sugar Equals @ least 6 lines of poetic emotion Be it from the heart Or the beast. Difficult 2 adjust It... Continue Reading →

a fire

Within my weary heart burns a fire to hear questions asked as a child so I with heart can reply with knowledge gained through fields of life. I long to have insight into darkest nights awaken fresh gentle in mind to take steps as a child once again. I see with blurry eyes now life... Continue Reading →

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