By Ron Koppelberger
The intimate warmth of primitive sands and layers of ancient soil,
What nervous seas find first an enduring current of fanciful
Spray and churning maelstrom, the sated beginnings of human faith, in cleaver trials of existence and latitudes of hope, in trial and regrets unsaid, in wishes soaring by waves of
Revelation , near the edge of
What nervous seas find first an enduring current of fanciful
Spray and churning maelstrom, the sated beginnings of human faith, in cleaver trials of existence and latitudes of hope, in trial and regrets unsaid, in wishes soaring by waves of
Revelation , near the edge of
Distant rapture and loves unbidden breath.
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Dear Reader
I love to write and nothing thrills me more than seeing my work in print. The creative process is a thrill for me as is influencing the reader in a positive way, in a thought provoking way. One of my primary goals involves touching the reader and giving them a gift, the gift of a long forgotten memory or perhaps a special insight that may not have been apparent.
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