Nothing on the ground, but dirt to be found. Bunch mean crazy others, suppose to be sister and brothers. Makes a person want to throw up, the world is so mean and corrupt.
Give me the sky, looking up I know why. God's somewhere out there, even if not I still care. No where else to seek, after a hard days week.
I'm not into void nothing, I believe in creative something. If God's not out in space, I'll create him to face. No more guessing, I expect a blessing.
Might not get sun, still I expect one. I look to the sky, will until I die. Makes me feel good, enhances my creative mood.
God is indeed good, Grady, and you are looking in the right direction for Divine Guidance, my friend! Ain't no better way! Great stuff yet again from your pen, Grady! Well done!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
The captivating music of birds and the enchanting beauty of roses have, each in their own right, inspired people around the world for as long as anyone can remember. How the two combine with the challenges faced by a struggling writer in Georgia to c
The captivating music of birds and the enchanting beauty of roses have, each in their own right, inspired people around the world for as long as anyone can remember. How the two combine with the challenges faced by a struggling writer in Georgia to c
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(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D