When the
wind blew,
I felt you
standing upon
the mirage
of my
broken heart.
Desert,
yes, just a desert
I am,
without you
my love!
Cactus,
an emblem
of my hope.
The Matchmaker:
Angela Calminetti, mother of five, New Age practitioner and gifted psychic and telepath, is proud of her family ties and does everything she can to make sure that all of her younger siblings are as happy in love and marriage
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Good job, my friend.
Bobbi
My hubbytold me he thought he married a beautiful flower....but I turned out to be more like a cactus!!
But that made me feel proud knowing the bad things in life made me stronger!!
Love Tinka
A sad poem from the heart.
The cactus survives because it is self sufficient. From within itself it finds the strength to go on.
a barren desert very intense painful poem Bhuwan!
Good to see you!;-)
Love,
Eileen^