a flow of fast wind I sin
we sung a pace of lung
Our love un done
we see let in
All the rest with-
In thee love an oh that bent so
To send we oh so glee and gay
We dare not shy away
In time we dine on each ripe vine
Full in each eyes one gaze
Hand sewn to soul once torn
Our love can tend and mend
Once done we met then woke an toke
Now soak and soak again from poke
This love be no joke then toke
we spun our soul to one
an sung a pace of lung
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Sarah urffer
Let words find you with a fun and playful creativeness.
I have some older works I’ll be adding including new creations as well. I do hope you enjoy them. I wish there was a feedback section 😜
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very pretty and heart touching