Clarity in Muddied Waters
A Messianic Journey Through Pen and Peace. Writing from the Stillness Within.
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She was a phantom of delight
When first she gleam’d upon my sight;
A lovely apparition, sent
To be a moment’s ornament;
Her eyes as stars of twilight fair;
Like twilight’s, too, her dusky hair;
But all things else about her drawn
From Maytime and the cheerful dawn;
A dancing shape, an image gay,
To haunt, to startle, and waylay.
Category: Stories From A Young Heart
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He waited to meet his doom….
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She is here.
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He could barley buy a candy bar with this money, let alone fix the roof.
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What an odd thing they are, circus clowns.
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I shuffled awkwardly into a disco flooded with people ready to dance the night away. Everywhere I looked, groups of enthusiastic dancers were showing off their best moves on the shiny dance floor. Sighing, I scanned the room for a quiet corner of the room I could stand in alone, but then, I felt a…
