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| LITERARY YARNS & MUSE BY: STEPHANIE BJORK |
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| WELCOME! | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Love's Gothic Splendor | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Bio of Him | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Thank you for stopping by. My name is Stephanie Bjork, and like so many of us, sometimes feel lost within myself and all that is going on in this life. Through a recent divorce, and many trials, I have again been brought to a place of self examination and reflection. These works are a result of that time spent. I hope that someone out there may in some small way relate or find some meaning in the writings you find here. Peace & Love ~ Stephanie~ |
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| He is dark, yet alive with the fire of life There's kindness, passion, compassion and pain He is the yearning I question, the pain I did not seek. His presence, surreal a distant dream made memory A thought, a whisper, eyes lock and mesh Confusion fogs my brain as I seek what has no answer My dreams suddenly unchartered I know not how to lead or follow My heart, sinister in it's blessed yet cursed irony mocks me through the fun house mirrors which are my eyes...... |
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| A Cold December Morning.... | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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| Crispness floats through air and mountains meet the ski Thought surround my head and make me ask why? Worries of yesterday forever plague my mind and dreams of tomorrow of the love I dream to find... Anything is possible I have always heard it said yet I feel as if disconnected to the answers in my head When will your arms surround me, take me to that safe place that exists in true love's harbor happiness shining on my face Struggles work within me as water rises higher my heart cries out for help to silent ears the need is dire Oh give me gentle rest beneath that shady tree a moment of time where thoughts will escape me My mind a constant torment thoughts always in motion Yet all I think I need is His Love and Devotion.... |
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| Peace, Love & Many Blessings through the Holidays and Always.... | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||