I've been dying for something real
I've been waiting for time to heal
I've been searching for ways to deal
I've been dreaming of the up-hill
I've been hoping the layers will peel
I've been praying for truth not to conceal...
Xx,
Victoria.
PS: So grateful for the gift and love of writing. For the power of words. For the beauty of poetry...just like a bottle of good wine, poetry doesn't get old.
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