Who hawks the entrance of house
And conversion the name of the flower
Who sees where his home is before birth
Whose mood allotted to him
Affection is not begging
No memoir an alphabet scribbled on paper
It is a light that shows the way in daytime
History is not just the story of war
Not a legend of the world, but only of grief
Love is assay that has to be passed
for a lifetime
The quaint little town of Pinecrest in the mountains of Arizona faces its most harrowing challenge yet—a chilling murder that sends shockwaves through the community.
Marcus Lee, Pinecrest's newly appointed police chief, finds himself at the cente
A touching, loving and spirtual insight of the dying process, filled with peace, smiles and starting on their journey, taking me with them as far as I could go, returning back with something I didn't have before. Will be out early in 2010..on Kindle
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So I assume you are writing about the worth of life as allotted to us, especially love.
Ron