I am thinking or so I walk and talk away. With every word I share in love’s nomadic you, I re-live the good old days I feel the pain of rueful sayings, a lingering in each new today. .
I pine or so I cry with each breath away in stillness of hue, I hold on tight and I smile hoping you’d remain ever and forever in every whisper today. .
I am or so I hope and pray on every breath I flower, today, but a dream away. .
- Taken from Mystic Wayfarer
A Coloured Gedagte by Ross Rayners














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wow
Thank you, Pearl