Let me read it to you
sitting
quietly
in a corner
sobbing
tears flowing
down her cheeks
alone
mind searching
for a reason
confused
wondering
why did he leave
suddenly
joy
happiness
now all gone
crying
trembling
curled in a ball
inconsolable
others
ignore her
it’s like
she’s
invisible
Tuesday
Thursday
One day soon
let me read it to you
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One day soon the sky will be a palette of lilac and mauve and pink
the air will wrap itself around us like a comforting warm blanket
our senses filled with the sounds smells and taste of nature’s bounty
One day soon the troubles of the past will matter no more
And where chaos once reigned a new stillness will settle all around
Where sadness weighed us down a new joy will raise us up.
One day soon
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One day soon the sky will be a palette of lilac and mauve and pink
the air will wrap itself around us like a comforting warm blanket
our senses filled with the sounds smells and taste of nature’s bounty
One day soon the troubles of the past will matter no more
And where chaos once reigned a new stillness will settle all around
Where sadness weighed us down a new joy will raise us up.
One day soon
Monday
my secret beach
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I sense silence. Yet all around I hear the sounds of nature. The shingle crackles and grates under my feet, the rhythmic whoosh of the waves fills my ears and the shrieking of a hundred gulls gives a voice to the deserted shore line.
Here I am alone. Yet my companion, this hidden secret beach, is here to wrap me in splendid seclusion. I am alone but I share my very being with the raw edge of nature.
Here I hear my own voice, though silent. Here my thoughts surround me. Here I am at one with myself yet enveloped by a greater force, one which allows me the freedom I crave whilst lifting me out of myself and cradling me in glorious isolation.
The beach is ever changing. Some days filled with wrath, others tranquil and calm. Some days the sea is an enigmatic aqua, another as grey as granite. I look toward the horizon and see my life uncharted. What lies beyond? Who can tell?
But here I can be myself. Unquestioned, unchallenged. Here I can think, consider, compose.
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single click on arrow
I sense silence. Yet all around I hear the sounds of nature. The shingle crackles and grates under my feet, the rhythmic whoosh of the waves fills my ears and the shrieking of a hundred gulls gives a voice to the deserted shore line.
Here I am alone. Yet my companion, this hidden secret beach, is here to wrap me in splendid seclusion. I am alone but I share my very being with the raw edge of nature.
Here I hear my own voice, though silent. Here my thoughts surround me. Here I am at one with myself yet enveloped by a greater force, one which allows me the freedom I crave whilst lifting me out of myself and cradling me in glorious isolation.
The beach is ever changing. Some days filled with wrath, others tranquil and calm. Some days the sea is an enigmatic aqua, another as grey as granite. I look toward the horizon and see my life uncharted. What lies beyond? Who can tell?
But here I can be myself. Unquestioned, unchallenged. Here I can think, consider, compose.
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