The longing again
showed up in
visceral force .
Quiet as a shadow.
Thunder through my eyes .
A story lost
worth telling.
Warm wine
in the summer market .
Sunstains and
purple shadows.
Red trellis roses
on the quick .
A galloping white horse .
A ladder over a wall
of carvings.
A bridge to a
morning duel .
Chains on the prisoners
locks on love asleep .
Souless mercy ignites
the bonfires of yearning .
Homemade shutters
capture the mirrors cry .
A pledge to a broken God .
With loves protection lost
it's the end of
the Starlight .
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With your wonderful words I am sure the Starlight will be with you again and its light will shine on your life.
Very intrigued by the artwork, can see so much in it the more I look at it.
Good to see you back WL.
Andy
A love story filled with romance, struggle, and fight. When all is over, longing is what left deep inside to memorize the lost.
Through the dark branches, we still see the light.
Such a remarkable writing with a stunning paint as always.
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