TurpentineA Poem by brianTo embrace the innocent, purity, those things that are meant to be..
Air comes
Slowly I cry Light shines I know We are The Light.. Stand still, You need To pray If we Show hope Maybe Our lives Will cross This time, I know.. Bless him, Bless you Life comes With tears Snow falls With grace Some time You, me I know You're fine Gift-wrapped Bow-tied, So pure... Turpentine © 2016 brian |
StatsAuthorbrianNaples, FLAboutMy name is Brian. I live in beautiful Naples, FL..it's full of creativity and inspiration, and is almost always sunny! I love God, and try to see God and the good in others. I write all kinds of multi.. more..Writing
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