Beautiful streams 0f memories, so warm, sunny and bright. Glittering slow moving diamonds, which sparkle in the light. They run through my mind like quicksilver, piercing the dankest of night.
Some have edges of sadness others are pleasant and bright.
I stand on the green shore reflecting of life's after glow, all the beautiful memories entering the moving flow, as the lunar moon hangs suspended min eternities space and time
THANK YOU SO MUCH, MARY GRACE...FOR THIS INSPIRATION THAT REMINDS HOW GOD BLESSES US WITH WONDERFUL 'STREAMS OF MEMORIES'. INDEED, THOUGH ALL MAY NOT BE HAPPY ONES, THEY HOLD THE BEAUTY OF GOD TAKING US THROUGH EVERYTHING! A FINE WORK...SO ENJOYED. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...HIS+INSPIRATIONS
It's a wonderful thing that the brain does for us. Softening the edges of bad memories and enhancing the good ones. Your poem reflects that beautifully.
Imogene, a country-bred girl, longs to make a life for herself in New York City. She joins forces with her former college roommate to start a movie production company in the big city.
Deputy Dave Jenkins investigates the murder of local high school principal, Jerry Egge, but this is a multi-faceted novel that deals with spiritualism, romance, friendship, and children who fall through the cracks.
"Murder isn't usually this
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