Lovelorn

It’s quiet, 5-something-AM silence is like a golden charm worn resting reverie, proudly by the lost and lovelorn And I’ve never known that side of the calm; always standing feet planted reluctantly within the eye of the storm Eventually the sun will rise, shining a brilliant spotlight on all the hidden truths and lies; And …

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Anticipation

  Love here or there fine lines filled with brilliance a hint of hope and shades of blue for added ambiance and when the wind blows whistling through the dunes on a cool subdued night somewhere off in the distant fog words slip from passionate lips with only the slightest sense of tomorrows regret hovering …

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