Winds that are raging within my soul…
And fire that breath, from the pain of my mind…
A ship that been tossed on a journey stained…
As the door swong…
From side to side…
The tide has come in once again…
And the ship that set sail…!
Are no longer…
Of my winds…
I have open my eyes, once again…
Seeking your warmth…
Of your gentle winds…
“The path that had lead me away…”
Were not of wings…nor…
Of the gentle moon…
But of a place wher seed’s could not grow…
A place,
Of no rainbows…
…a place, of doom…
Your gentle winds…
Have kissed me, once again…
As you welcome me…!
The rose…
Your words are like a breeze. So fresh and soothing. God bless!
Love,
Beth
Reviewed by Kate Clifford (Reader)
Reviewed on December 15, 2002
Your words tend to leave me wordless because I enjoy them so much!
Reviewed by Kate Clifford (Reader)
Reviewed on December 13, 2002
lovely & melancholy
Reviewed by krissy
Reviewed on December 13, 2002
where gentle winds kiss the cheeks, and subtle rains bathe the soul...where simple words can heal the heart..all within you, from the start.
hugs and love
krissy
This is beautiful....... loved it from beginning to end.. And what a message of hope.. we all need that from time to time.
Reviewed by Tien Avielle (Reader)
Reviewed on December 13, 2002
“The path that had lead me away…”
Were not of wings…nor…
Of the gentle moon…
But of a place wher seed’s could not grow…
A place,
Of no rainbows…
…a place, of doom… - Welcome back to a better path, my friend!
Reviewed by La Belle Rouge (Reader)
Reviewed on December 13, 2002
Just lovely, Gilles. I hope you find that sought after palce and one.
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and once again…
found your warmth…
Lovely warm write
Love
Tinka
Love,
Beth
hugs and love
krissy
Jack
Were not of wings…nor…
Of the gentle moon…
But of a place wher seed’s could not grow…
A place,
Of no rainbows…
…a place, of doom… - Welcome back to a better path, my friend!