I have been in this place of loss...where nothing makes sense and where present time ceases to exist in my mind (at least in my dreams), and I wonder... why is it that others can go on living as if... as if nothing had changed in my life. But the land of "was" is a lonely place to be...
:) One of my favorite types of poems, ethereal logic 'being' reality. I understand these completely, and the loss, though palpable, is also, it seems to me, a gain, mentally reconfiguring a mind. Enjoyed, Rosemarie.
The captivating music of birds and the enchanting beauty of roses have, each in their own right, inspired people around the world for as long as anyone can remember. How the two combine with the challenges faced by a struggling writer in Georgia to c
The captivating music of birds and the enchanting beauty of roses have, each in their own right, inspired people around the world for as long as anyone can remember. How the two combine with the challenges faced by a struggling writer in Georgia to c
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Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
I don't what was lost here but the effect was obviously profound.