TORN;
Apart, apart...
I am too trusting of this world
To you the stranger who sighs at me...
Since the age of time
We've tracked it's pace...
Saturday morning with coffee hot and strong.
Joni Mitchelle singing a soft smooth song...
I am but a Grain of Sand
finely divided...
The past year has been quite a ride.
Some days rolled over me like a moon drawn tide...
Snowflakes landing
Over the mud littered path...
In liberty's realm, we bear a cross of might,
Our skin, a testament to trials that tower high...
Let me embrace your heart
you...
Silence spreads thickly like cream on jam filled...
as rose tinted memories flood mind longing for...
In Insta’s glow, you pose so tanned and tall,
Long legs, clear face, your aura chic and free...
These years (Anne Winning)
Scatter fragments of yourself in these years...