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I remember your smile, your laugh,… you gave so freely. It’s hard that you are gone. I sigh and walk along the bay.
Dark bulk of a single bird, With red puffed up chest, As winter’s breeze sways his perch…
The lines in my hand, Were read once, By a gypsy, who Predicated a long life... But with many interruptions.
Memories of my childhood Visit more and more Each day, As ghosts of past relatives Cast their shadows,
Old friends walking on the beach, the waves bring in, memories, of carefree days;
The dance of fear, Of not being enough, Stops and starts. The unknown, an Uncharted sea,
Not a word heard As the river flows Over rock, around Banks that lie Waiting for visitors.
Unable to be all things For all people, Perhaps at one time, I tried. Those days are
My heart is a good heart, It beats strongly And works hard, To keep me alive. My mind is a good mind,
In the dead Of Winter, I long for Spring. In the rains Of Spring,
In the bright moments My mind is a flame, Melting obstacles, Gaining gifts of wisdom. In the dark moments
Not sure what to write while the world is on the brink of another war. While others face
Cold spring rain chills my body And yet, the birds fly in unison As if, it is a sunny day. The white tail deer Bounce through the ravine
Twilight slides in quietly as birds fly to warm nests. Pink hues of evening reflect in the clouds. Soon the moon
At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,