A single strand
writes itself
into a parachute
for the many.
CKS
Tag: Art Blogger
I am Night
I am night; God says
With darkness
Etched upon my skin.
Words my lonesome friends
I call out to Me!
Oh, I, where did You run?
CKS
F.r.o.g.s in Residence: Collecting things for dinner
I felt his all-in nature;
nothing left in the fridge
or on his back.
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