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"Sometimes, I don�t understand you,"
he said to her. "But does it matter?
No," he answered himself as he looks
at her through a certain slant of light.
From where they stand
the sunset gleams softly
defining love
to those who would listen.
....to those who would listen, one love greater for one than the other; someone cries for the sake of love gone unanswered. Sometimes I don't understand others but most of all I find myself a stranger to me. You have an excellent way with words that makes the mind ponder in search of life as a whole. Thank you, Nathaniel London Jr.
from Chicago, IL. U.S.A
on a site of many with gifts..
you are a very bright star