Dreams breaking into memories
Passions destining …keeping some,
Some not….why?…perhaps,
Only seashells know
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Where, so far and afar, does my soul wander in pursuit of Those tunes of thy flute that lets the breeze moan? Where does to an alien plac...
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Death—premature or likely, accidental or natural—always leaves an impervious void in souls of those near ones where gentle tunes of ...
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This is a repost originally published two years back on the 35th death anniversary of my dear mom.... "Mother, I shall weave a chain...
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