Yet another sun sinks into the sands. Painted Lady, Vanessa cardui cardui. A poem in a bed of dry leaves.

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When you look in my eyes,. For behind them I am horrified. And fingers wringing as voices say. There are footprints in the snow. That lead to my home.

I was a pelagic ocean tide. Moving aimlessly,weakly without any pride. Then you came, the gentle breeze. And pierced and pushed me forward with ease. To reach my goal and set me ashore. You took me to great heights and I arrived with a roar. I turned back to share that happiness with you. You went far away,elsewhere,without any clue. I returned to where I started, in quest of you,and I. On April 26, 2015.

A blog of words, creativity and intrigue. I remember you sitting in the blink of my eye. Joyful, youthful and beautiful. I remember you with your sweet words,. Teasing, enticing and loving. Years have passed, yet you are here. In my heart, close. But I remember you and I will always remember you. I remember you when I watch a movie. When a boy proposes a girl. The beats of my heart run fast. I want to cry in your arms and hide in your eyes.

We were sitting beside each other. 8216;The stars are threshed, and the souls are threshed from their husks. Sometimes my cat looks at me strangely. Like there must be a ghost. Hovering somewhere just past my shoulder. I turn my head and the ghost disappears. Before I can see it. Perched in the cross of the telegraph pole. The beauty of the sea.

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Based in Dallas, Tx. The light ad the darkness,. The magic and the devotion are present in this composition.

Like a withered leaf, bereft of tenderness.