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been having the nagging desire to start writing again after many many yrs. lot harder then i remember it being, heres one i have started and cant seem to get it right so maybe i can get some feed back,
Seeking searching somewhere lurking in the depths of despair. Nowhere to go, nowhere to turn. The mother she wasn’t meant to be. Cast aside to drift upon the tide as flashes of the wee one’s dance in her mind. Wishing god would tell her its time. Other plans have He for the mother who wasn’t meant to be. Without faith she prays
.From the ashes of death and losses untold a man walks his path unclear but faith in the lord god his shield and his might. he walks into her darkness gently picking up the broken pieces sharing with her his light and love The wind softly whispering "thy will be done"
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[FONT=Geneva][SIZE=7][COLOR=purple]"They say the wolf bestows its happy spirit to help people. Women who obtain this spirit become skilled in creative endeavors and experience a strengthening of the senses. I would like to think there is some truth to this in my own life." -Judi Rideout[COLOR=purple]
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Pomes And Such, pomes and odd wrightings
