She danced by the light of the candles..
She danced by the light of the candles. Sitting by the bay.Watching the sun fall into the sea. I’m a street poet of the night and I wear Army greens in the day. I’m waiting… Continue reading
She danced by the light of the candles. Sitting by the bay.Watching the sun fall into the sea. I’m a street poet of the night and I wear Army greens in the day. I’m waiting… Continue reading
Amazing words shared by a talented writer. Grace of the Sun Dancing tothe sounds of raindrops,while they flood my washed up shoes.I can hear asbells are ringing, people run topay their dues. I… Continue reading
We need to be thankful when we hold something precious in our hands. She was a Diamond…. 20 Nov. 1994 The drunk man toasts to better days.We touched shot glasses.I asked him.Did… Continue reading
“Dreams can become nightmares. Nightmares can become sweet dreams one day.” I don’t remember how you looked…. I don’t remember how you looked. Your eyes were blue, maybe hazel green? Your hair golden blond or maybe… Continue reading
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? Clarity – a clear foundation of understanding. Educating is facilitating a peace within. A rapid settling of unease. Precise, clear knowing deposited at each other’s…