the presence of love

loving is hard work, relating all we’ve known,truth, and deep pain, resonatesthe same…and, sometimes it does burn, scalding from within,as we look up, transfixed, by the night sky,cool, placid, not dim we wonder what’s hidden in those galaxies, far away, as we try,offering solace to our hearts, giving those we loveanother start, to make their […]

the presence of love


Life is like a bunch of roses. Some sparkle like raindrops. Some fade when there's no sun. Some just fade away in time. Some dance in many colors. Some drop with hanging wings. Some make you fall in love. The beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Life you can be sure of, you will not get out ALIVE.(sorry about that)

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