


disillusion comes easily abandoned but preserving a lone voice that speaks the truth crying in the wilderness echos…
A journey after hearing God’s voice, that I will be accompanying my soul mate on over the next…
The twisted road we travel On the journey of life Comes a time it unravels Black and white…
the rainfall strains of the day remains gray cloudy skies hide the sun and last goodbyes the autumns…
Micro-poetry stanza’s based on the word bank prompt below posted by Kellie Elmore (an extraordinary writer) for: #FWF…