Monday, May 10, 2004Without you.“Much have we loved you. But speechless was our love, and with veils it had been veiled. Yet now it cries aloud unto you, and would stand revealed before you. And ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.” - Kahlil Gibran, “The Prophet” Jolted awake at 4:30... Sign in to see full entry. |
About this Blog
**peace** Photo by my friend Phil Easter of the northern San Diego coastline...most excellent...:)
On these virtual pages I explore the benefits of being crazy. Living life on purpose. Random musings of this nature, that look like poetry on occasion, appear in my poetry blog called "no mercy," linked below.
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