By Charles Robert Lindholm
Few words, say so much
as the message of silence
and the parting touch
so sad, yet tender Continue reading
By Charles Robert Lindholm
Few words, say so much
as the message of silence
and the parting touch
so sad, yet tender Continue reading
By Charles Robert Lindholm
I imagine standing
at the edge of eternity
at the edge of the abyss
and wondering
if there has been an echo
from the life I have lived on earth
anywhere in the world Continue reading
By Charles Robert Lindholm
I imagine standing
at the edge of eternity
at the edge of the abyss
and wondering
if there has been an echo
from the life I have lived on earth
anywhere in the world Continue reading
By Charles Robert Lindholm
I love the way
that You love me
You always make it
thrilling
I crave the passion
in Your kisses Continue reading
By Charles Robert Lindholm
Must we live with hate Continue reading
By Charles Robert Lindholm
Few words, say so much
as the message of silence
and the parting touch
so sad, yet tender Continue reading
By Charles Robert Lindholm
My pen is filled
with indigo ink
that captures
the words
that are whispered
into my ear Continue reading
By Charles Robert Lindholm
I love the way
that You love me
You always make it
thrilling
I crave the passion
in Your kisses Continue reading
By Charles Robert Lindholm
I imagine standing
at the edge of eternity
at the edge of the abyss
and wondering
if there has been an echo
from the life I have lived on earth
anywhere in the world Continue reading
By Charles Robert Lindholm
Few words, say so much
as the message of silence
and the parting touch
so sad, yet tender Continue reading