There might have been a day
When I looked at his love
Somewhere when I walked that way
...
White birds in a white sky
Swirling in the freedom of exuberance unreined
Amidst the cold blank low quiet stillness
of a resolute unknown March morning
...
Writer/Actress/Artist - Lover of God)
Levelings
There might have been a day
When I looked at his love
Somewhere when I walked that way
Everboughs and evergreens
Danced to the poetic soul
Ever covered and ever bound
Such that I deemed it far
Neither to be brought or sold
When life twists and turns, it shows you possibilities within you you didn't even know existed.