"With Every Breath..."A Poem by ChrisA Sun-day thought
I think of you - and Lavender... and hunter-green and rust the taste of sunlight and myst. The scent of ever the morns and eves of always... and every shouldn't you've ever done... are so softly held behind my eyes. Chris © 2011 ChrisAuthor's Note
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24 Reviews Added on September 4, 2011 Last Updated on September 4, 2011 AuthorChrisLansing, MIAbout"Life is a terminal disease." All the doctors have basically told me so. "Life is an adventure... Pain, well you deal. Thanks for being here. 06/21/2020 I'm back and working on. I've been.. more..Writing
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