my dreams are Tainted by the force of my storms Scattered upon the Glittering stars which only the Fragrant blooms can match and upon my grave a heavy Cross worn and weathered tasteless as the sense of my Mortal soul Lost I am upon the ripples of the ocean where lay upon the shore a Temptress, waiting but can't make me Sin no more
My dearest Mick, where your heart holds all that beating for my LADY, I beg she'd hear and heed for in your soul, a the spirit is held only in her kindness and forgiving soul.
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Great challenge entry..........Mick.
my dreams are Tainted
by the force of my storms
Scattered upon
the Glittering stars
which only
the Fragrant blooms can match
I pray my friend.
Take care my dear Wayne.
Lj
My friend
Thanks as always.
Love you all
Just short visit but will be back soon..
thanks all