Writing

i went with my sisters and dad on there fishing trip. i didnt fish but i did wright this pome about the lake and how the sun set and moon roes.

Until hope is no longer just a ghost I have painted into a corner of wounded victory.......

If the song I sing tonight is not a soothing lullaby in an upside moon.......

just something i thought of, and how it relates to me

My eyes are turned to touch upon their ancient realms of hope............

I am the next full moon and I have chosen you....................

Inspired from stargazing at a moon veiled sky...

Love speaks to the ocean of hearts she has touched................

The moon rises like a glowing anesthetic over the glassy water. The ferry lights are laughing, twinkling smartly at her tall frame which stands ..

long lost lover over seas

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