Written by : Elwood Jake
there was sweet time
once when softness ruled
lives were not as absinth's bite
nor full of lusts dark despite
instead as time was sweetness pudding
children ran in soft remission
no cancer strike or heathen's blow
but that soft and simple thought
my love please hold me
warm and true
O-R-L-A-N-D-O. Find out what it means to me.
8 years ago
1 comment:
you weave words into beautiful works of art, so gentle, like a warm and true hug, with always hope waiting in the background. I love your perspective.
amandalyn
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