Writing hurt in one's heart*
Wallowing in shameful sorrow
Crying through heart no tomorrow
The glass of Love has been shattered
Blood of feelings that has been splattered
The wall has me hanging on with no handle
Thief of grief culprit of this and as well the vandal
Dom*Colucci 2010
~It is all about where you are placed because this is what the intention is...and that intention is NOW in your present reality as this is what you wished~
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Wind, a forced entry*
Wind, a forced entry* A wind blowing day, is outside my door Whipping all around but don't know what for Maybe it is to show its streng...
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Lotus flower with Love in the sun* I walk in the garden, early this morn Feeling the sunlight so brilliantly and so warm I gaze upon th...
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Wind, a forced entry* A wind blowing day, is outside my door Whipping all around but don't know what for Maybe it is to show its streng...
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I turn 55 and glad to be alive* It was 55 years ago that they decided to have bliss So two people entwined and make me into this The first f...
Poor creature... I feel compassion.
ReplyDeleteSorrow has plagued this person as the thief of their good time seems to be faded..so sad as well....enjoy always(+)
ReplyDeleteDom*:)xo---{--@