Upon the first hours of the sun
I danced within her reverie
Marveling as she lined my lungs
Drying up morsels of misery
She ebbs and flows through one's tears
Disintegrates moisture through the years
Lock her in time and tuck away
She'll never sleep, that sphere digressing
Her particles in my palm, as the world turns gray
The perils of night are much less depressing
Gleaming still upon souls, the array
I shall let her frolic through my hair on a cold winters day.
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Blog By Heather Lusk
The Mission:
Moments of sadness rage and happiness, end up in the text of these writings. My hope is that someone will read these and know that they are not alone, that someone else is feeling what they feel...and if nothing else, maybe stir them in some way. I enjoy deep conversations, consider all perspectives, love nature, and all things tye-dye. Take a look, and don't be afraid to tell me what you think!
- The content listed is my own and there are absolutely no replications of any sort unless stated in quotes, with the name of the author.
- The content listed is my own and there are absolutely no replications of any sort unless stated in quotes, with the name of the author.
Coming soon:
Body of Man series
From God to Man series
From God to Man series
My Ethics:
"Ethics are the fibers from which we are made, some change through the lapsing of years and some do not. Some are for the better, and some are for the worse. Yet one thing is certain: without morals, the souls of man do not exist, we are empty inside." - Moi
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