Water flows over the groove,
Of your love’s reprove.
Sleeps in peace,
A wound so deep,
Yet, with every breath,
Memories wept.
Of your love’s reprove.
Sleeps in peace,
A wound so deep,
Yet, with every breath,
Memories wept.
Random observations of, in and about life.
4 comments:
So few words filled with such emotion. Breathing is good...I usually try to breathe out the pain. Big hug to you, my friend.
The Good Mother watches over you ... The Divine Feminine knows.....find solace in her embrace as you sleep, and let the dreams bring you peace.
Wow, I love it.
Thank you. Jo, Jackie and Tina...(hugs)
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