one day
a warm gentle breeze
awakened
what I thought had surely died
and by the time I realized
love had come alive
you’d gone
until
one day
a strong steady wind
swept through me
again and you saw me and
you knew but what could you do
the same wind you say
did not find its way
to you
one day
a whipping whirlwind
will carry
me away propel me back to some
calm center protected from
fury of love’s storm
no longer lonely just
alone
This is not a drill. The attack on Pearl. They were the ghost planes of the night, deadly, illusive, sharp-clawed Black Cats. The Memoirs of ARM H.P. Lawrence, a Pearl Harbor survivor, Black Cat, and decorated war veteran.
Sherlyn Powell opens up about her love and devotion to her family and the overwhelming repercussion when communication breaks down. Heartbroken and distraught she learns to release her prayer and realize with faith God would reunite her family.
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this is writen so nice.. Thank you..
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