deep thoughts
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Where do promises go when left unkept?
Under a full moon sky, a lovers heart aches to be with her Love once again. And like the tides of the ocean, her waters too crash with emotion. There’s so much to do and so much left undone. Where do my promises go? Motivation arises in the night just…
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A calm mourning
Mourning the night, mourning the break of day. I’m a handful of hours into my morning as synchronistic times approach. 10:10 How are you today? I ask My Lord. I hear nothing. It’s Wednesday already. I ponder where the first 2 days of this week went. Time, as illusionistic as…