The Soldier and the Artist

I am sure that when I was a little girl It was an artist in me that breathed in the beauty So overwhelmingly tender and brilliant Wisdom without the window of wordsmithing Knowing what the sounds of a new day meant And I am sure that when there was a worry That these things could […]

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we can never reach love

we can never reach love a field so wide the horizon makes itself a shabby frame our bodies just aren’t equipped with the capacity to hold it or reach it and there is nobody for this to blame instead, our company is with the attitude of acceptance ah yes -acceptance does not always surrender  so […]

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