I'm stranded.
I know last time,
dreamin' while awake.
The ticking of the wall clock,
kept perfect time to the steps you took.
Invite me, does this mean we can't
play anymore.
I'm home Mama. I kept my promise.
I paid my respects to the blue calm.
If it were me, I would wait til the new wore off.
Perhaps "..Quiet Storm" will help rekindle old flames buried and long forgotten or express the love so deeply locked inside of your soul longing to be released.
Regardless of where you may be found in love this beautiful masterpiece can be
“The woman or man who is a poet, or fiction writer, or playwright, or all of these, is engaged constantly in a jazz ballet of vocabularies, passions, genders, histories, perspectives, death, love, and life. The music of revelation announces itself to
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