Blog credits : Taken from Alex Turnbulls blog, Groove Thanks for accepting to share this with HelloMeets Community.
My soul hears voices
Winter came while we were in Louisville.
Do you remember the windmill?When we imagined thatwe would travel on its wooden sailslike wooden wings of ourssearching for that…
Heart poundingThroat throbbingThere’s so much — too much!You’re here, you’re there…
Your writing is like a holiday and like coming home. Surely it can’t be both. But it is.
Time Stands before us strong and sure
Erect to rule the world, ignored
Turning day to night, is his great chore
Time Stands before us Strong & Sure
It’s that time of the night!where, silence engulfs every note!That time of the night..Where truth stares at your…