Simple little cards and gifts,
Through the months and years each one I sift,
Times of struggle, fading fast,
Though drenched in tears,
The goodness lasts,
And as each night sky passes by,
I'm still the twinkle in your eye,
So far away, and yet so near,
Bewildered how we made it here,
Abiding love without a rest,
Must be this love's what we do best.
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In 2014 exchange of greetcards are passe.Miss them.
In 2014 exchange of greetcards are passe.Miss them.Kept some of yesteryears to savour at will..... Nicey thots nitelite !!!! Shall not be reading your remaining recent posts today .Must read later~Under~Detox~Poizoned~Bills~n~Pills
©bishu
I have boxes and boxes. I
I have boxes and boxes. I must say...i have to start getting rid of some to make room for the newer ones. (Yes i still get many and yes...they are so much nicer than "e cards"!!!)
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
another profound piece!
another profound piece! wonderful work! hugss
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
Thanks Ssmoothie. A Valentine
Thanks Ssmoothie. A Valentine poem i guess. Being as we are a wek away...
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "