Conflict flashed across her face
In the darkness her eyes sparkled
“Who are you?”
I implored, the tears spilling
Lightning tore apart the sky
The wind tried in vain to take her hair
“I don’t know”
She whispered.
That was when she exploded
We shattered into a thousand pieces
On the forest floor,
Sharp fragments of us lay
Glinting in the darkness
No trace of life
We didn’t know we were glass
Until it was too late.
Queer librarian blogs mostly about books
Age 71 & Still Painting! ♥️ Fine Art, Decorative & Interior Design
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"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
Classic music composer who wants to share his writing with everyone.
I read, rant and write ;)
"But by the grace of God I am what I am, and his grace toward me was not in vain..." 1 Cor. 15:10
musings and meanderings
Everyone deserves to shine
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