Not everyone finds their soul mate and sometimes that 'soul mate' is mired in such red tape that neither is free to come together ... except in their dreams.
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Always together, eternally apart
met for a moment to share one beating heart.
Both their lives lay in pieces … what a puzzle …
love is a salve, a master piece, purest art.
Ever faithful till the end
in her he could trust, depend.
Two flew freely in the wind.
Tenderly, forever, to dwell together,
through out all time and through all sorts of weather.
Enveloped in each others’ arms, they nuzzle.
To keep their spirits lively she endeavors.
She’d go when he called her name.
Do not judge her! She is sane
e’en if her love’s in vane.
When her spirit takes wing, she soars … spirits do.
It doesn’t matter who you are, you can too.
Day-in, day-out every soul’s a puzzle
constantly adding more pieces … each one new.
Living is a mystery
that’s filled with calamity
such is human destiny …
Crystal Reed thought she had met the perfect man. Instead she finds herself entangled in a web of obsessive love and dark secrets, a world that has become tainted by deception and treachery.
A search for the ghost of a chorus girl chorine haunting a costume designer’s Manhattan apartment leads to an encounter with an eccentric, mischievous witch with the ability to send folks back through time…in this case, the 1919 Ziegfeld Follies.
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Wonderfully put
thanks for sharing this wonderful write
constantly adding more pieces … each one new."
insightfully well penned!
God bless, Sandra.
Sandie.