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Bitter End

Breath of life in a forlorn one, uplifted face to brace the wind, called His name with prayer to send. Forgive me! I have come undone. I lost my way, now moribund, and all I’d hoped was to ascend. *Other - Sextilla: A Sp. stanza form of six octosyllabic or shorter lines. In the classic period, the usual rhyme schemes were abbaab,...oxfordreference.com

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Date: 12/2/2022 2:31:00 AM
Just Lovely Linda. You say a lot n just a few words.
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Linda Alice Fowler
Date: 12/2/2022 6:28:00 AM
Hello Wendy. Thank you for reading and commenting. :)
Date: 12/1/2022 2:46:00 PM
May you always ascend easily upwards and forever inside God's Kingdom of grace :)
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Linda Alice Fowler
Date: 12/1/2022 4:02:00 PM
Thank you my friend :) A appreciate you and your kindnesses
Date: 11/30/2022 11:58:00 AM
wow, this is quite well written.. and profound!
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Linda Alice Fowler
Date: 11/30/2022 12:22:00 PM
Many thanks Andrea!