In a dream I sat imagining hope flowing like a stream and ending in pool of my soul.
Outside: place of beauty; inside: swelling, buoyant creativity, newfound confidence in self and regained trust that world, community will not abandon me and leave me alone to raise another child.
In a dream I sat imagining you walking toward me, whistling a joyful tune and bringing flowers, laughter, tears and the comfort of your presence which is all I ever needed, all I ever will. In expectant waters, I saw reflection of my forgotten smile, showing again. .
In a dream
I sat imagining
you walking toward me,
whistling a joyful tune and
bringing flowers, laughter, tears
and the comfort of your presence
which is all I ever needed, all
I ever will. In expectant
waters, I saw reflection
of my forgotten smile,
showing again.
.
Dawn...free flow of emotions my friends...there is everything in this write..loss, hope, dream, passion and all....Thank you my friend...love n luck...BHUWAN
Hearts of Gold
Synopsis
by
Frank P. Whyte
Portland, Oregon is known as the City of Roses. Of course that’s an odd name for a city whose mere mention conjures images of driving winds and torrential ra
Deputy Dave Jenkins investigates the murder of local high school principal, Jerry Egge, but this is a multi-faceted novel that deals with spiritualism, romance, friendship, and children who fall through the cracks.
"Murder isn't usually this
Hearts of Gold
Synopsis
by
Frank P. Whyte
Portland, Oregon is known as the City of Roses. Of course that’s an odd name for a city whose mere mention conjures images of driving winds and torrential ra
Love the poem
I sat imagining
you walking toward me,
whistling a joyful tune and
bringing flowers, laughter, tears
and the comfort of your presence
which is all I ever needed, all
I ever will. In expectant
waters, I saw reflection
of my forgotten smile,
showing again.
.
Dawn...free flow of emotions my friends...there is everything in this write..loss, hope, dream, passion and all....Thank you my friend...love n luck...BHUWAN
Reindeer
I still see the hope and that consoles!Eloquent poem!
Very touching.
All the best,
John