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Good bye NanGoodbye NanGood bye Nan
This paths not changed much… the garden seems smaller though… might be that I’m just bigger now…… Always remembered this place being a lot brighter, the sun out… probably remembering it through a child’s eyes though… He’s still kept the grass well cut. She always pestered him for that… funny that he does it now… never liked to before… The flowerbeds look so empty… I mean there’s still the heathers she loved and those daffodils we used to plant every Easter holiday… and that BLOODY ROSE BUSH!! That thing must be ancient… heh, funny wh
by ~Twomanyvoices
The Winter roseWinter roseThe Winter rose
As I stumble through this bitter cold world. There is nothing but harsh unrelenting winter smothering all. I wander from one place to another and each contains a frantic struggle for survival, usually at the cost of others.
Then in one shadowed corner, I find colour amongst the blank winter canvas. A rich scarlet has broken through in the form of a winter rose. Surrounded by bitterness and a sea of blank apathy, this rose blooms and struggles to make itself known. Its beauty and warmth inspires those around it to rise up and express themselves similarly.
As they struggle against a world that attemp
by ~Twomanyvoices
Do you believe in angelsI remember him vividly, and yet if you asked me to describe him I couldn’t. His face… mannerisms… accent… none of these stand out in my mind or even seem to have been real. But this is not helping you is it… no I thought not… very well I will begin with what I can remember and then maybe between us we can fathom the meaning of it all. I remember walking, not walking anywhere in particular just walking. The rain was thick and seemed to be coming from all angles. The puddles on the street reflected the neon signs such that the whole world seemed to melt into one garish scene. The different windows I pasDo you believe in angels
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ContentmentShe can talk for hours about people I have never met and places I have never seen. But I don’t mind because she is content with herself. I can be quiet and reclusive, with a cold and bitter view. But she doesn’t mind because I am content with myself. We are opposites in personality, grace and so much more, Our lives have taken such different paths.Contentment
But we don’t mind because we are content with each other.
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