One of the poems in the unusual book of poetic guidance... Hidden Secrets of Many, But One
I search to find the golden dove, She dwells where hate has no lease, Beyond the valley to the high lands above, A place called the castle of peace. The walls are built of strongest stone, In the place worry finds release, The halls echo a single tone, As she soars in the castle of peace. She nests where sorrow has no name, Where all sickness and pain will cease, A World without darkness or shame, I search for the castle of peace.
A golden dove, my favorite color is yellow/golds. I love those big castles where you can roam in peace. To see those halls abound with laughter and good fellowship would be nice. Everyone cannot have a castle to live in. But visiting one is acceptable and can be had.
Sorrows, sickness and pain will some day be avoided and taken away.
The captivating music of birds and the enchanting beauty of roses have, each in their own right, inspired people around the world for as long as anyone can remember. How the two combine with the challenges faced by a struggling writer in Georgia to c
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Sorrows, sickness and pain will some day be avoided and taken away.
Selene
Be always safe,
Karen