Friday, April 12, 2019

Standing by the window, bride waiting for her groom. Flowers cradled, grassy field and a lake with a lone fisherman. The town is closing down for the evening as her makeup begins to fade. "I believe, I believe in love." She looks towards the trees across from the lake and a lone figure is walking, downcast and all dressed for the occasion. She falls into her chair and says a quick blessing. A knock on the door and a smile. A kiss on the lips and then a walk down the aisle. Prayers are answered in ways that we can not always understand. Don't forget forever and don't let it get out of hand. Answers will never come if you lose hope when faced with the questions. Never give up, never give up. #remember #love #poetryisnotdead #spilledwords #abuse #anxiety #instapoetry #instapoets #instapoem #igpoet #igpoetry #poetry #poet #poetrycommunity #writerscommunity #writingcommunity #freddyzalta #poetsofinstagram #poetryofinstagramInstagram


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