A soul whispers as the secrets opened my eyes weaving the threads of intrigue his voice, a healing balm soothing my psyche, lifting, my bent bones, turning on the laughter, assuring the next world is ours forever.
bentfeather a/k/a LMH (c) Aug.31.05. All rights reserved.
78 posted on 08/31/2005 6:07:20 PM PDT by Soaring Feather
(Two Years of Poetry...)
