

Searching for the dayHow do you tell someone you love them without merely using words when you would shout it from the rooftops but, know it would never be heardSearching for the day
when the soul aches for recognition from the heart it yearns to hold when the object of your affection can never be told
deep within my mind I dwell on what could be Heaven,
and what IS most assuredly Hell a time and place where hopes and prayers never die the day when within your arms I'll lie
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Brightest Blessings~
Lady Autumn
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Art is purely individual and subjective so why bitch and moan about "what is and what is not art"?
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