I fell apart. Inside my soul.
I felt my heart. Falling in my storm
Each piece a flake, of fallen snow.
I lost my soul in cedared woods.
It died away {such brittled root}.
Drifted and fell in falling snow.
My soul has died. In ropes I sigh
They will not hold...Pieces of soulful snow.
-- Diva
(Best when read under the influence while listening to Opus 23)
Thursday Short Run, Little Dry Creek
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I have not posted to my blog in forever, so here I am before Google deletes
me.
2 years ago