Whispers; a hint of sound, a gentle push - time that slips beyond space holds liquid-like-air; nothing tangible, making it even more intriguing. Yet, when the wind blows and the sand slip between my fingers like pearls of wisdom from an unforgiving past and words fall lovingly from my own lips, I am continually surprised …
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Brightest Of Eyes
The arms of love Wrapped around me Small boy Baby child Little angel with The brightest of eyes Cherishing and grateful For all of what this life Has unfolded before me ..and it took a while But I have come to know Life is what we make of it As time slowly passes - and …
Trilby Yates 