hubbies at work and i just found this old poem he wrote...God, my husbands amazing...
The power of a lost sun
with the making of a new
a silent end beginning
to shake the spirit through
loving all is pure
the alpha of it all
what lived here when we started
remains throughout our fall.
In loving of the living
In breathing it we do
lost not on lifeless gestures
what matters is it's true.
2 comments:
What an amazing poem! Is there more? Get Casey writing more!!
S
there's heaps but i'm already in trouble for putting this one on the blog!! -charlie
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