And once again my hearts scattered in a million pieces
No Jar of Hearts, just silver splinters aimed straight
No drops of red , but silver tears
And a hole in a tired heart
a tightness in the throat
tears to near
knowing I fail once again
the trust of a little boy
to be continued ...
Framing solution - When I was in Florida, I painted these watercolors of our view of the beach from our condo. But when I got home, I wasn't sure what to do with them. They w...
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