Hope is the thing with feathers

“Hope” is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul And sings the tune without the words And never stops – at all. And sweetest – in the Gale – is heard And sore must be the storm That could abash the little Bird That kept so many warm. I’ve heard it in the […]

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Uprising

When he pulls the hair, The tilt of the head, For that all consuming Kiss… Behind those eyes How can so much potential Cause such an uprising of emotion Contained with clouding depths Within. Lips that are so unreadable sometimes… Wondering what are you thinking You are a glittering jewel, The bride. Flashing with desire […]

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