Have not written a single
word today, for you...
Franny, the old dog
perches herself to the tree...
By the river side
a gust of wind plays music...
The moon reached down with amber hands,
tickling soft fingers across darkening sky...
Reflections at night
Water is the mirror, and...
The ghostly shades of evening’s realm
In the shadows of windy oblivion...
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A beautiful sunset can't love, yet i love it. A crashing ocean can't hear, but i can hear it . A shooting star can't whish, but i can. |
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It once bothered me because I thought I was crazy but now that I know I am crazy it doesn't bother me any more. |
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“Faith is being sure , of what we hope for and certain of what we do not see†|