Drinking Reindeer, Engraved on a cave wall Les Combarelles, France, middle to late period, 12,000-10,500 BC.
I opened my soul to you like sunflowers bloom embracing the light and consuming spirit like air.
I need your love to survive gulping like a heathen in church when denied the sustenance of your enveloping presence.
Breathing your essence invigorates me gives life to cells deadened by junk food poison imbibed in the attempt to keep a cold heart beating a dead man walking.
Frozen like tundra thawing only under the relentless burn of an ice-age sun scorching thin air and releasing a gaseous bounty heating cold souls in the dark of night.
I wrote this novel several years ago, I self published and never had it to sell. I have decided to rewrite it and hope to get it published within a few months for people to be able to buy. I had a few copies and gave them to a few family members and
In this heartfelt romantic memoir, Harry and Elizabeth share their passions and feelings about the poignant events that brought them back together after being divorced and estranged for almost twenty years. Filled with emotion, suspense, and humor --
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Ancient rhythms of love flow into beautiful modern day verse--most intriguing, excellent write!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Excellent write; very well done! BRAVO!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Burleson, Karen Lynn. :D
Birgit and Roger