By believing passionately in something that still does not exist,we create it. The nonexistent is whatever we have not sufficiently desired. Franz Kafka
UNDONE
You have whispered to my soul In a hundred thousand tongues Thru this principal...I'm whole By your echoes...versed....and young
For I was dumb by circumstance Mute and blind to sight Fragile in a solo stance Spirit....raw....and tight
Your whispers gave me freedom Your words have made me smile Beyond the hundred thousand sum Still counting all the while
Dow
A
Taim i' ngra leat - FYF
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Reviews of "UNDONE"
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on July 28, 2004
Isn't it just amazing what a well-placed whisper in the ear can do? Ah, heart-tugging enotion.
Love Tinka
A deep touching write.
Amy
Vicky
Much Love and God Bless
get some beautiful art!;-)
Wonderful work, Lady A. :-)
I like this one
Peter Paton