Please enjoy this amazing piece of poetry and be sure to visit Lance’s site.
From the dour sea of stillness, She steps onto the white sand grieving, Her mind the color of rust; The sound of a sunken bell clangs Cold and final, water runs by her feet, But by such abuses- She feels the dying, the bones of fingers Scaring her flesh Twisting like corkscrews, pulling her Into […]
Penny, my sincerest thanks and gratitude!
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You are so welcome. 🙂
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