sometimes it just hurts... coldmoon white lifeless moon hanging in winter sky reflecting suns heat, now cold in my eye. a long dead star's light shining on me twinkling to fool me that its life i see lone coyote howls to the uncaring moon voice unanswered in the cold night gloom night soo long it seems there is no day the earth hasn't moved because you didn't stay
sometimes it just hurts... coldmoon white lifeless moon hanging in winter sky reflecting suns heat, now cold in my eye. a long dead star's light shining on me twinkling to fool me that its life i see lone coyote howls to the uncaring moon voice unanswered in the cold night gloom night soo long it seems there is no day the earth hasn't moved because you didn't stay
Your poetry and writings are just beautiful. I cannot imagine that you would have any difficulty at all finding the right one. It would be an honor and a pleasure to be the one that is privileged enough to see your creations first hand.
I know that I appear to be very far away, but New York is my home and I never would consider travelling to meet the right one a problem at all. This is such a global world these days; who knows where that special person might be?
I would love to communicate with you if you are interested. Send me an email and I will respond. I would love to read your Christmas stories and all about life on the farm.
Your poetry and writings are just beautiful. I cannot imagine that you would have any difficulty at all finding the right one. It would be an honor and a pleasure to be the one that is privileged enough to see your creations first hand.
I know that I appear to be very far away, but New York is my home and I never would consider travelling to meet the right one a problem at all. This is such a global world these days; who knows where that special person might be?
I would love to communicate with you if you are interested. Send me an email and I will respond. I would love to read your Christmas stories and all about life on the farm.
