"Alone: and yet... the moon is beautiful the stars are bright!"
Night
Weary of eating and excreting Weary of giving My all as I watch my country fall Victim to each new stupidity Draining the meaning from you and me
Fearful of living Fearful of meeting and of greeting Myself in the mirror after all Of this has gone amiss and awry
Weary and fearful to live to die Or whatever I am supposed to do At the end of time as they tell me now All I can do is write these words for you And hope someone understands them somehow
Alone: and yet... the moon is beautiful the stars are bright! I will forget the mocking day... and give myself to night
This shudders with the dark and deep thoughts running through your mind. You have expressed night and love as if they are a united entity and perhaps they are. Well done my good friend.
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
The second book in the telepathy series. It contains more ways for the up and coming telepathist to experiment with the sending and receiving of thoughts and is at the end of the story about future telepathy people found unexpectedly chosen by the go
The second book in the telepathy series. It contains more ways for the up and coming telepathist to experiment with the sending and receiving of thoughts and is at the end of the story about future telepathy people found unexpectedly chosen by the go
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