A nd when I die, I pray I can stay in the colors that in the sunset glow to remind those who doubt that there is Love. I would like to be like a sudden wind gust that closes windows and opens doors and exist behind a magical mirror giving the ones that gaze upon it new hope, If G-d pretmits me, at night, I will haunt the ruins of this old house walking for ever its corridors to the rhythm of the rushing of the sea, a ghost that no one will see, propelled by memories...quiet as a mouse, crying... Sign in to see full entry.
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I have always written, These are some of the poems I love best. By sharing them with you I am sharing parts of my soul. I hope you enjoy them. All material copyright Sinome 2009
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