the clock tower chimesindifferent to dead daysand cold, and heartless looking to the new morrow and yesterday's truly gone ©
I have memories that must be preserved;retained at all costs,for they're most precious......my gifts from God...Yet, for my sanity must be discarded-to help me go on living.No bottles to scent it for meas Maurier's heroine wanted,for uncorked, they will be set free.No, for me, there must be some strange, dark magic like Rowling's Pensieve,where all… Continue reading Pensieve
In memory of…
Dear reader, this year has brought so many changes for me to deal with that when I sat down today to check emails that I'd sent earlier this year, I was surprised to find none returned from a friend who'd usually been prompt in replying- a wonderful WordPress writer who not only inspired a post… Continue reading In memory of…
Miss the afternoonsreading at home, while it rained ...and I dreamt of moors
In Your Memory
The soul isn’t meant to rest in peace for the soul is ethereal, the soul is free, the soul flies away to worlds unseen, leaving to ashes and dust the body they’d been. No eulogy to express what your life meant to mine; suffice to say that all I am is due to endeavours thine...… Continue reading In Your Memory
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