Words have always been my art:
They dance for me and sing for me;
They laugh for me and cry for me;
They are my paint and brushes;
They are my clay.
06 February 2012
Love is Not Ephemeral
I was listening to the radio yesterday, and a song inspired me to write this. It's still a rough draft, but I thought I'd publish it anyway since I'm not sure where I'm going with it.
Love isn't like champagne bubbles
Love isn't like melting snowflakes
Love is not ephemeral Love is like a living thing that grows and thrives with care
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