Dear God,
I have no qualms about the wounds, nor the pain, nor time nor the memories. You listen to all prayers, so please accept mine:
Let my love never cry for I am not there to wipe away those tears…
Dear God,
I have no qualms about the wounds, nor the pain, nor time nor the memories. You listen to all prayers, so please accept mine:
Let my love never cry for I am not there to wipe away those tears…
Writer, reader, listener, speaker, procrastinator, miserable philosopher, and integrational linguist. Managing Publisher at small independent book imprint greenbirds; hopeful romantic, lover of vanilla cheescake and author of ‘Catch a Fish from the Sea (Using the Internet)’ – The Book to Talk About 2009 finalist.
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