zuppa toscana blues
heaven looks on
said rain turns to snow
i make two bowls of zuppa toscana
i wait quietly while listening to bob dylan
in my own way, i am bleeding too
looking out my window, i admire the white art
God Sees Me suffering
dusty memories of wishing, hoping, thinking, and praying
for just a little lovin'......anywhere, anytime, and anyplace
everything is now frozen.....in time....no change....frigidity standstill
personal permanence for me takes over....zuppa toscana now cold.....
Copyright © Marty King | Year Posted 2020
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