Far away, in the land of my sorrow,
she waits today into the morrow.
With little hope but for to barrow,
the tears from a sleeping swallow.
To write in the water of the rain,
the same sweet sorrowful refrain.
That all will hear in time and twain,
the sound that sits upon my brain.
And weighs me down in the night.
Keeps me up so skewed by sight,
Of visions swirling in the fight,
to fill my seasons with her sight.
While life beats on in every breast.
Cares not for the burden of the bitter test.
Cares not for those slain and lain to rest,
or those who haven’t reached the crest,
Oh wow, a most beautiful photograph. There are many "unfulfilled horizons" but there are also many that have been filled. We must all learn to be greatful for those things we have and have changed and the rest is in God's hands....
"to right in the water of the rain", is futility defined -- or "unfulfilled horizons" as you declare them Ron -- this is a great expression of the truism that life is not fair nor equitable to all -- I enjoyed your approach and style very much -- this is a keeper -- peace and love -- Jon Michael
“Being a couple yet free is our next challenge on the evolutionary ladder. This book successfully helps us unravel the myths that block that achievement. It does it with warmth, with readability, and with balance. It recreates everyday problems and
I met Jerome on a busy city street in Baltimore, Maryland, when he was forty-five years old. On that particular day, I was out and about, enjoying a much-needed day off from work.
I wanted to purchase a sukiyaki sub. I parked my car in an area of
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Be always safe,
Karen
Love,
ET
Have a sm00th day..
Ron Axelson