painting
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the slowness of breath in longest days, protects and restores; heart subtly seeks, in beautiful ways. alas dying leaf signaling change, reminds in colors; texture of old, my limited range the sureness of light in bathing love, reassembles hope; sepia dreams pass, in arms from Above. Read more
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sleepiness comes to heavy eyes. graying horizon whispers retreat as glowing sun toils through lingering clouds. i welcome night to rest again and dream about rustling wind. (c) 2011-2019 rick j stassi Read more
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Shall times of peace be nevermore? Accordingly amidst a toil- My heart is hardly arable soil, Feebly tranquil in unloving lore. Spying under harboring stones, I seek a foreshadowing need- In a language I cannot read, Increasing my heart bemoans. Alas in grateful revelation, A sound clearer than once before – God beckoning through the Read more
