All steps have led to this solemn demise at the end of the road,
A Tiny House with Winter’s chill, its frozen drifts gleam on the snow.
Waiting for us so long it seems, we’ve paused our lives we’ve swept our dreams,
Beneath the dusty ashen stair, but soon they’ll know what brought us here.
A breath of hope so crystal clear, water streams like angel’s tears,
The windows glow a welcomed light, bringing Faith back into sight. – Tina M.E.
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Proud tiny house movement participant, indie author of The Silent Serenade, an inspirational collection of poetry and photography taken of some of nature's most beautiful places in t he world, and author of the Dantalion Of The Goetia series, a fantastical paranormal romance derived from an ancient 17th century grimoire referred to as The Goetia, whereby Dantalion, a condemned demon is mistakenly summoned by a mortal girl, creating an unexplainable relationship of love, obsession, and redemption.
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