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dreamer, forgiveness, ideals, life, love, redemption, salvation, sometimes, storms, truth, understanding
hope was born on a windy day
at two p.m.
your sudden smile
illuminated the fog
of my ailing soul
heartache was an ever darkening bruise
that starlight could never heal…
your words still try to work miracles
but you disappear as often
as moonlight on a stormy night
and through the ebb and tide of my need
you ride the waves of my salvation
like a pirate
caught between lust for rich horizons
and a part-time philosopher
in love with ideals
. . .
omg-what an amazing poem-thank you
This was such a wonderful and elegant piece! Your words were simply exquisite! It was such a joy to read – Bellissimo!!
damn!! i think I’m falling in love with your poetry…
This is amazing
Lucky me! Thank you.