I just put these little writes in here cause they let me...lol

Stir

Sun-up, I stir
flannel bedding,
its warm, my first thought.

Close my eyes
evading the day,
don`t want another thought.

Given days there it is..
"how I loved
and blue the sky,
clear the heart,
how needing ruled the act.
Desperate minutes,
and all that mattered,
how love, long coming back"

Sun-up, and stir...I almost forgot that" Vincent

Last edited by lane1777; 09/27/17 12:34 PM.


"Blessed are the words of truth and fiction,
one might save you from the other...Vincent