you thought I wouldn’t make it but look at me now I can ride the wave clouds float under my feet I live with the sun and the moon and they live in me. don’t be mad you can ride too… if you say you’re sorry. © D.L. Lunsford
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D.L. Lunsford's Flight of the Butterfly
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you thought I wouldn’t make it but look at me now I can ride the wave clouds float under my feet I live with the sun and the moon and they live in me. don’t be mad you can ride too… if you say you’re sorry. © D.L. Lunsford
Read moreNaturally Speaking Whatever you are looking for, you will eventually find it. If you are looking to find something wrong about a person, you will undoubtedly find it. And if you search hard enough to prove a person is good, you’ll find something, even when all the other facts prove the contrary. If you are […]
Read moreBe careful when you’re driving lest you run into the man. While your eyes are on the prize, the man has a plan. His words are smooth for he is cunning, very deceptive. But don’t believe him, your demise is his only objective. Pay attention when you stop at the light, for his moves are […]
Read moreFlashing blue lights promised justice as the police hauled away the young, handcuffed menace, while his mother’s pleas, a grating sound against the chalkboard of that justice, polluted the air. “You just don’t understand him,” she cried inciting angry protests and hateful glares from her neighbors. “He’s a good boy!” Jasmine, hunched over what was […]
Read moreDon’t try to fit a circle into a square; If it’s not happening, It’s not there. If you don’t want to do it, Don’t lie Pretending you like it, Giving it a try. Be real with yourself Do you Even when no one agrees, Stay true. You got one life to live, Make it count. […]
Read moreIt was the end of the day, this was my last stop, and I was ready to go home. She entered the mailroom with a card while I was sorting the mail. She greeted me cordially and asked what to do with the card. I told her I’d take it and received it from her […]
Read moreI remember when I was not free to do what I wanted to do, not free to be who I wanted to be. Weighed down by other’s expectations, Drowning by loved ones hopes; Felt like I was dangling on the end of a rope choking on life as death sought to claim me; Wished I […]
Read moreWhenever he drew near, Madison clutched her baby to her chest. The child was the seed from her womb, but did not come from his loins, so he had no rights to it. It was all hers. He could not understand the love she had for her baby. He did not mourn with her during […]
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