Posted in 52 Sunrises, Bad poetry, By Moonlight

Now comes the dawn,

memories of what was,

premonitions of what could be,

called back beyond the veil,

of the All.

We stand on shifted ground,

pioneers of the path,

sojourners of the way,

beckoned by the song of the sovereign sea.

Onward upward forward,

we go,

traversing these strange waters, confidently.








Me ♥ Novice artist and graphic designer ♥ Narrator of romance ♥ Seeker of eternal love in its purest form ♥ Believer in WORD power Who am I truly? Just the average girl next door, spinning tales of sweet romances wrapped around sensual moments in time…LL♥

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