Cold

On the edge of another night restlessness served under duress I hear her voice echo in my heart where warmth translates hope I feel her in my arms clinging to this moment praying it will stretch into forever so I will never have to know the crushing cold of her absence again  

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Updated Blog

Hi everyone! I just wanted to let you know that I changed the name of my blog and updated the style. I am now writing as A Wise Woman Writes instead of A Lion Sleeps in the Heart of the Brave. I'm still working on it and hope that it will be easier to read … Continue reading Updated Blog