Sweet joy, solid black,
Twisted, turning,
Slowly yearning.
Cunning, welcomed attack!
Bitter grief, crushed , but white,
Painfully growing,
Never knowing,
It is strengthened through it’s plight…
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
I wrote this for someone special concerning how we both felt about something
Posted by Willard at 8:41 PM
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I enjoy reading your writings, and poetry. I may not always make a comment, but I do read it. You can do anything you set your mind to do.
bitter greif, crushed but white...
... made srtonger through it's plight.... i hope so...
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