The lamp light flickers
A moth tempts fate
the flame licks at it’s wings
Songs with no words echo in my mind
Thoughts and words fight to take over the page
Yet all I can muster is ambling statements
out of order....
A storm is brewing
6-21-17...welcome to summer Lia
Any words from you are perfect. I do not care if they are out of order or if they flow like a river. They come from inside of your beautiful mind and so shall I cherish them. ♥
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