She thought she saw something she had not seen Yet she refused to believe it She feared but suspected what might have been Yet she preferred to just leave it To that twilight at the back of the mind Where we believe we leave such things behind
Denial was incapable Of making reality disappear For it was inescapable There were such things as ghosts and he was here
So she learned what the wise have always known There is more to life than first meets the eye That consciousness does not end when we die That life runs deep: we are not here alone
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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Thank you for sharing this!!
Love Tinka
Peace. Joyce