a cry
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O that I should prosper if the music stops. It is the quiet angst of a failing melody. The dove’s cry wanes as anxious sun rises procuring new thoughts onto old frames. I bid farewell to summer days as all too much of my elan languishes on apathetic and stale warm winds soon to cede… Read more
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I think about Autumn that haggard face at night the light that ushers in another time and softens all of my might. I wonder what life beyond brings adventure in ocherous hues resting soul shall embrace this time sky’s color shift from blues. The Lord’s present glory is nigh I pause for one last thought… Read more
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Panning west with eyes of rust seeking closure in crimson trust rest awaits in hallowed clouds as God Himself harvests fields plowed the west is where life must end and rotation controls all light to send and when at last I close my eyes God awakens me in bluer skies. (c) 2017 rick stassi Read more
