Living a life where the love is somehow charred. Nothing to mold and grow, it's simply a glow...a flash. It's there a moment in time and then...the love is gone. It was nothing but a spec of a dream that could have been. It was merely a memory and nothing more. What happens then, when it is imperfect? When the love is imperfect and it's is a flash that creates a spark. What if it kendles a hope within of nothing more than peace. Something that everyone wished to create...throughout eternity.
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**Living In My Mind**
Non-FictionOriginal poems and SRD quotes (that's me!) are all @AllRightsReserved and other favorites that I add are not. Living in my mind is spiritual at times, sad at times, painful, happy, and hopeful. Most of all, it's expressive. So, what's living in my...
