It wasn't her only friend who left her but he was special in that certain way some magical beings can be I didn't truly know either of them just the words of friendship she left behind whenever I was blue There was a sadness about her the type that clings like a fine mist and I knew somehow that she'd been hurt and that she knew the same of me I was leaving on a sojourn soon the rare kind when the dream gets to be held and life after is never quite the same So you are left wondering the color of her eyes what things make her laugh what things made her cry knowing you will never know _________________
Nice poem, I enjoyed this one very much. Keep sharing
Reviewed by Tracey L. O' Very (Reader)
Reviewed on December 19, 2004
The ones sent from 'nowhere' popping in at just the right moments. Some for a season, but always for a reason. I love this reminds me so much of the ones that pop into my life. Thank you. such a beautiful way you've written this.
Merry Christmas Many Blessed Years.
Tracey
Questions, unquestioned discoveries, and answers in parable and rhyme…. This collection records a journey starting with a 1960s retrospective and the first man on the moon, moving to a new millennium welcomed in with a terrorist spin, family crises,
Questions, unquestioned discoveries, and answers in parable and rhyme…. This collection records a journey starting with a 1960s retrospective and the first man on the moon, moving to a new millennium welcomed in with a terrorist spin, family crises,
The songs and art in this book are about our collective emergence after the pandemic and trauma of the last few years - comprised of 5 collections: World as Refuge, Where We Live, In Our Hands, Rhythms of Change and What We See & Sow.
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Merry Christmas Many Blessed Years.
Tracey
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