Category: Poetic Rambling
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When a Child’s home…
is in the country open space safe freedom to run outside straight from bed until sunset Where you can see your shadow follow you, the stars twinkle and the night owl sing you to sleep. when a child can be…
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Somewhere beyond right and wrong, there is a garden, I will meet you there. Rumi
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The Old Doll
How many hours spent playing, pretending, and being happy did this doll give? How many times did the child’s Mother pick up the little toys and put them away with care? And now her life is scattered on a brocanteur’s…
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Speak From the Heart
Speak from the Heart Listen with the heart A constant beat towards humanity
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The Soul of a Stranger
In French they say: Les Yeux sont le Miroir de l’Ame — The Eyes are the Mirror to the Soul *** As I looked admiringly through the shop window, I was captivated by a collection of dreams: a bit of…