Nobody knows just how it goes. That's the trouble with an old song. I hear myself singing it through, but the words are wrong. Nobody will ever know the way it was. And all the songs are like the words that fell away - away from me. it hurts me now: just knowing I've got an old song buried in me.
From First Love to its destructive end and on to new beginnings, Mary Angela Nangini's poems explore the birth and death of a relationship. The powerful poems are presented in two parts with an introduction to her next book My Ontario Beautiful. (Th
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An wonder of words.
So soft to read your words...
I love to read your poems, again and again...
God Bless you,
Thanking you,
Yours truly,
N.K.OSHO