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Loving strands itself on islands without anyone to hold or talk to.
Where once was love of silk, satin and lace, now stoops an aged pile of rags, ruminating in dumps of life’s lost love.
Playing heartstrings with melodies soft and pliant
How many times each day has He blessed me Himself,whether I deserved it or not.Life is a gift as I bask in His presence.
Regarding the sorrow sitting in my heart and mind, watching it hide within itself with no infiltration from outside sources.
Allowing all to recite from interior voices, giving no quarters, just finalizing the movement with echoes.
Apparent reasoning belies certain facets of imagination.
Moving forward through a crystal gel, feeling intimately, every sense awakening and being brought out into the open.Actually touching feelings with a sixth sense, trying to know what they are and put them into a context of reality.Stroking them, examining every facet to bring about some knowledge, then sending all information to a subconscious part…
In a stark little rich neighborhood behind the care center, a small black and white dog came walking, dragging it’s leash behind.
There was no one else in sight and it looked a little strange.A little girl, wearing a helmet, blond hair hanging down out of it, shoulders drooped, head bent, slowly walking came into view.Noticing the total sadness of her posture, watching I saw that she had been crying.Apparently, she had fallen from her bicycle, her…