Jan 2020
Yearning
When soul fire
Longs to be free
Heart and Bone
Ache
But the words don't come
And beauty is stilled
A dry garden
Dust in the wind
A living thing
empty
With the promise
Of rain
Tomorrow
When soul fire
Longs to be free
Heart and Bone
Ache
But the words don't come
And beauty is stilled
A dry garden
Dust in the wind
A living thing
empty
With the promise
Of rain
Tomorrow
writer
Written by
Unpolished Ink
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