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 ...
Hooked on floating frames and another Wyoming painting - Our last night in Wyoming was a little drizzly at dusk, and the cloudy sunset made for some soft, stunning tones. Of course, I had to do a painting from th...
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