It was the kind of news
That took out your blues
A daredevil move
That broke up our groove.
A certain kind of sadness
Sits in your empty chair
A looming madness
Will soon fill the air.
It was the kind of news
That took out your blues
A daredevil move
That broke up our groove.
A certain kind of sadness
Sits in your empty chair
A looming madness
Will soon fill the air.
Leading the way, marking memories
If you want to be a hero well just follow me
In the material and spiritual realm
Wanderlust Through Words
What is writing if not conjuration magic?
in search of peace
for what was and what is yet to be
Poetry, Healing Poetry, Self-Love, Self-Awareness, Benefits, Guidance
A Weave of Words 