what fear lingers in my heart
without the light of truth
fear leaves a bitter taste
on my soul......
like apples or cherries picked
a bit too early for harvest...
the fear puckers my mouth
and leaves me wishing
for sunshine
for purity
for glowing snow
without the light of truth
fear leaves a bitter taste
on my soul......
like apples or cherries picked
a bit too early for harvest...
the fear puckers my mouth
and leaves me wishing
for sunshine
for purity
for glowing snow
Aww, Beautiful.
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Comment from deabvt - 1/3/05 11:04 AM
I think this might be one of your best. I love the imagery.
Comment from sistercdr - 1/2/05 11:13 PM