The unearthly light dancing across the land, Caught in colors painted by Vincent's hand, To reach beyond those, even his own self, To speak beyond the walls on a museum shelf. The moment in time, the light in the eye, The flutter of the breeze, whisperings in the trees, The unseen spiritual halo only he sees. The messages painted onto canveses of white Reaching and touching into the starry night.
Jamie was a healthy, active 12-year old who loved to skate and played hockey as well as any boy. Then one afternoon during a game, she suffered a stroke that changed her world. Her memoir takes the reader through her ordeal and her journey out of the
(Richard M. Feldman) Ever since I was a young boy, the only thing I wanted to be was a cowboy. I wanted to own and work on a real ranch, with cattle and horses. Especially horses.
While I never became a cowboy, considering everything I have done
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A poetic grand painting the painter with nine petals of its flower.
I salute You, Poet, hoping to see more posting of Your creative poetic veins in the very NOW future.
In admiration,
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
Regards
Daibhidh
Regis