Crossroads ….

Sitting in the den,
On a damp dark December..
The chill is real.
The fingers of loneliness .. Oh so strong
So many stories
Those.. that can turn the frog into the prince
Those that can leave the happy prince crying
So many words.. so many voices..
In the heart of loneliness they boom loud and strong.
They speak of love..
They speak of God…
Always they speak of you.

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