My young bride why aren't you moving. My bones are tired, but my mind is happy.
One sleep till my eyes can rest on yours. Sigh, and a smile tickles my lips.
I like the click and whirl my camera makes, when it captures an image of something rather ugly or something rather wonderful.
In my heart of hearts I'm loosing faith in Her, I can feel my lips moving but with no sound.
Am I on mute?
Am I on mute?
No, my voice is only static that someone cannot tune to make gentle sounds.
And I miss her so much.
Nice pic and article. Your blog isn't bad :)
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