Cloud shadows On stone-clad peaks You float across The slopes Those peaks Till they themselves Would seems to float Above their flanks Of stone like chalk The clouds of light Chalk colored screen That floats way off To leave me here Forgetting my own age My time Remembering What it was to know… To be that child Year’ back Who once knew… Beauty as pure luck That beauty was This loneliness Of knowing all one is Is Not Bitterness in stone I remember I cry Soul naked
I feel your pain and anguish in this deep and sentimental composition Tinka
I make a point of not remembering what hurts me as a rule, that way I can move on with renewed vigour and direction
It's the only way to go
Love
Peter
I cry with you Tinka for having these feelings. I know they will pass
but while they last I'm thinking of you with hopes and prayers!
Very beautiful sad poem...
Maria, raised in the Mafia and educated by the gangs of New York, is hunting the man who killed her Akalina, and she will kill anyone who gets in her way.
What if you were named as heir to a Will that you knew nothing about and members of your family were being kidnapped and tortured for information they didn't have? What if you went to the police only to find out the Russian Mafia and your own govern
There is no mystery on this journey to hell. You are witness to the crimes dealing out the death sentences... each justified by one of the seven deadly sins.
Enter a glamorous world controlled by one of San Francisco's ultra-wealthy socialites an
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Ron
Reindeer
If only in our minds, Tinky - and I love that music.
Girlfriend!
Super.
Susan
Birgit and Roger
powerful and emotional; very well done! brava!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in tx., karen lynn. :(
I make a point of not remembering what hurts me as a rule, that way I can move on with renewed vigour and direction
It's the only way to go
Love
Peter
a fin poem of recall and revelation ... beautiful work
j+
but while they last I'm thinking of you with hopes and prayers!
Very beautiful sad poem...
Love,
Eileen