Many tides Rolling into my heart Fingers like bows Take their aim Sharp as the sky On a cold winter's day I will give you All the sunrise Has to offer Blue skies Calling me again Lift the heaviness From your hands With a sweet smile Tell time It has no reason To worry We began With always written Across destiny
A robust poem touching inner thoughts , rhythm of joy, in our travel through out this life alone. Thoughts melts in distant landscape, while wind of music waves inside tender heart.Congrats and love Patricia-
David Hightower’s lyrically expansive meditation on the whims of fate and the unpredictability of the human condition fill the pages of THE HANGING MAN DREAMS with thrilling music and mesmerizing imagery. Hightower’s richly infused voice echoes the e
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well done Patricia...
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