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Author Name: Premiumsheedreams 2 Comments
Date Added: December 24, 2020 14:12:03 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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For If I Live or Die...

The logic of a girl once led astray   
Pushed her to say good-bye without a kiss
Do lies prevail and far from truth outweigh?
In want of heart, on magic dreams she drifts.

She wrestles with her dreams each fretful night
And walks the road besides a wicked sea
She beats her wayward  heart until contrite
Is this the way that life was meant to be?  

She begs for truth from light above to shine  
And peers into the night where clues await
A banquet spread beyond the hands of time
Where love finds nourishment devouring fate.

Just like the ardent flow when baby cries  
As mercy fuels the warmth in woman's breast
A gift of healing hearts her touch supplies
Blends esperance with dreams, a soft caress.

Each rock she turns gives her a chance to say,
"For if I live or choice is made!"   
Explaining options plucked along the way
How faith affirms the sacrifice portrayed.

So how can reason trump a magic dream?
When time no longer tip-toes gracefully   
As rivers leap their banks from floods up stream
She changes course and sleeps more peacefully.
The logic of a girl she long forsakes  
To find the secret person of the heart
Taught by the cisterns of her past mistakes
Embracing wealth that wisdom does impart.

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Comment By: FreeBarbara Demasson on December 29, 2020 01:29:07 PM Report


"When time no longer tip-toes gracefully"

This line packs a punch with kid gloves, very nice. We keep learning Linda Jo...those mistakes serve a purpose, they are the source of wisdom for those who are willing to learn.


~Barbara D.

Comment By: Freenoah count on December 28, 2020 10:10:18 PM Report
Powerfully honest. well done, noah


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