solemn as the silence of my grieving soul unencumbered by the wind deep as my thoughts that have settled within the colored pages of our past strong and exuberant carefree and unbound we savored the sensations we were blessed and endowed with divinity and purity of what true love is...(was) that was then- now you are gone you left me abandoned sad and all alone i will not complain nor can i have you blamed for it is how it is and life is full of mysteries and believe it or not i enjoyed every bit of it i can only hope you did.... i can only thank you enough for this memorable time of my life.
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Posted: Oct 2013
About this poem:
it is how it is, and there's nothing we can do about it but accept life, the way it is...
Comments (8)
ty for the gift of your sharing
WS
Thank you so much
WS
for this memorable
time of my life.
Lovely to see you posting again Windy.
WS