naked in the rain I wash my soul
shivers as if in beads of morning dew
rinse softly neath the gentle moonlight
I babare soul to the Northwind
I walk where hearts grow cold
into the barren waste of night
sins are open to the Gods
hearts possessed now lost
withered by the lack of will to fight
skin peeled back and bleeding
rain frozen now in death grip
who can say if this is right
hickory dickory dock
the heart forgot the clock
the clock struck home
I’ve been left to roam
hickory, dickory dock
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
I hope this is fiction and not a reflection of your state of soul,heart and mind.
Vesna
hope things look better soon
pax A
feel the peeling. . .better not read it again 'til later. Now go inside and put on your woolies and a nice, warm pair of slippers.
Then write to me and tell me you are All Better. Love ya!
'Pea' <3 ~~~ PS: Thank you so much for being so supportive. Means the world! ~~~PS2~~What I forgot. Don't understand "nse." Am I
being dense? Wouldn't doubt it.
love Tinka
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
~Linda
Myrna
Susan
Allen
Antoinette
Love,
CJ
Love,
Susn