Love is free
But at times
It costs our life
When we don’t
Accept its freedom
And mourn evermore
Over its alienation
Completely swathed
By its reminiscences
Till our appearance
Turns like that of the
Cadaverous ghost
Imogene, a country-bred girl, longs to make a life for herself in New York City. She joins forces with her former college roommate to start a movie production company in the big city.
Major League ballplayer Justin Moore is kidnapped from his own ballpark and transported to a foreign land. It might take high-level international negotiations to free him. Or maybe he will take matters into his own hands.
*Marlene*
~Chrissie
~Nikki~
Wow...This hit heavy for
so few words...
Death was the price that
my son paid for love...
Great write
Trixie :)
Nevine
it costs our lifes...
wise words. We need to learn to make compromises.
Fantastic poem Bhuwan.
Love
Nico
Reindeer
In Spirit,
Bear
You always write of extreme wisdom my friend.
tony
Very prfound Bhuwan!!
If it was for free.... why am I paying "hurt" for it...??
Love
Tinka