Lines in the Sand The wind blew coldThe moon grew oldAnd just where did our time go?In void of grayYou slipped awayWhere all cloaked emotions flow… Inhale the breezeOf churning seasAs hope scatters across land.I stand aloneHand clasping stoneAnd I draw lines in the sand… I drew you lines in the sand,Lines in the sand…Continue reading “Lines in the Sand”
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Colleen Keller Breuning 