Just a fragile weak bridge,
between the brain and heart,
high above a lonesome ridge,
so easily breaks, falling apart.
And no one really ever knows,
what mystery holds it together,
surviving the wind that blows,
for some seem to last forever.
Others, often fail the test of time,
sadly, doomed, to perish and die,
never getting to taste sweet wine,
standing alone, wondering why.
Precious moments we often share,
in the eternal mystery of true love,
sensations beyond human compare,
ultimate gift from the heavens above.
It could be no more than an illusion,
that tends to warm the heart and soul,
caught up in this world of confusion,
where mixed emotions take their toll.
This is excellent-In the first stanza my mind keeps wanting to read it as "So easily broken, falls apart"- I'm a weirdo, don't mind me! This is really well-written and flows well.
Hearts of Gold
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by
Frank P. Whyte
Portland, Oregon is known as the City of Roses. Of course that’s an odd name for a city whose mere mention conjures images of driving winds and torrential ra
Major League ballplayer Justin Moore is kidnapped from his own ballpark and transported to a foreign land. It might take high-level international negotiations to free him. Or maybe he will take matters into his own hands.
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