Crashing in, catching on.
This never seems to amaze me.
Counting back, Cycling off
It's always catching up to me.
This trouble, these clouds
Those thoughts, these crowds.
I'm a different wind, a different sail.
You couldn't figure me out
If you read me by mail.
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
This book represents a thirty-day period of my poetry journal. Each poem addresses
the dominant thoughts occupying my mind during the early morning hours of a given
day.
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Clouds to many winds of thought.
Enjoyed !!
Lady Mary Ann