Posted in #NaPoWriMo2018, Writing

NaPoWriMo – 28/30

I love,
opening my heart
the smell of spring matters
flowers dance across fields
squinting in the sunshine
my faith is at home.
We have no control
a past truth will slice
today’s soul into a million pieces
flowing into tomorrows crevices
crying beyond the surfaces
it will be the white noise
of our love.

Author:

I like to think I'm a story teller. I love stories. I believe the world is filled with stories just waiting to be told and learned. I enjoy travelling down the road less travelled, with my iPhone and journal in each hand. Here you'll find all my poetic musings... Enjoy!

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