break my heart and my soul cries for love into the desert dust
~
letters lie there helplessly
in a pile inside the door
I’ve tried but I just can’t
remember who they’re for
the past fades
the future hides
and time just glides
then you say America
and that makes me smile
I haven’t seen America
for such a long long while
a soul just cries
new thoughts arise
of blue skies calm seas
But you said California
and it made me smile
if I ever see California
my blue eyes will shine
and as for love
it’s much to old
a story to believe
~
jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
the Pacific listens to my crying soul
Another beautiful piece of verse. You should gather and publish these. 💕
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Thank you. 💖
How would you like a job?
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I would indeed. My resume will be forthcoming. ; )
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