Welcome to my world of dreams where imagination and reality, fancy and truth, laughter and tears move hand in hand. I will let you have a glimpse at the share of my own sky, sometimes sunshine bright, and sometimes with rainstorm.
I will take you to memories that are like a serene glow of moonlight, a whisper of mountain breeze, and a rushing gushing brook.
thanks a lot Rose, my best friend ... TUG, my inspiration,... Jalpari, my new buddy, ... Mary, whose blog I love to visit often :-) ... and Ayala, dear lady thanks a lot, it's amazing how a sense of belonging, a family support one can develop with almost strangers ... you guys make me feel loved ... and this is just a poem and a few stray thouhts, so not to worry :-)
The hurt,the lie, the hate,the deception is only to show the love. If you don't care about the beloved you would never have done that. But the truth remains that one can never make someone fall in love with oneself. We can control our own emotions, not that someones.
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I so love this dear lady - such truths always run so freely from your pen :))
Ouch, your pen is in pain!
a very REAL question...
a question that can lead us to a land of loneliness..
coz nobody
NOBODY wants to play equal :(
painful...and hard. Hope all is well, my friend.
Wow, this really 'packs a punch' to the gut. True. True. True!
thanks a lot Rose, my best friend ... TUG, my inspiration,... Jalpari, my new buddy, ... Mary, whose blog I love to visit often :-) ... and Ayala, dear lady thanks a lot, it's amazing how a sense of belonging, a family support one can develop with almost strangers ... you guys make me feel loved ... and this is just a poem and a few stray thouhts, so not to worry :-)
Besos.
you really ended this in a counter-intuitive manner. it's like a pretty little dance to an eternal mystery.
The hurt,the lie, the hate,the deception is only to show the love. If you don't care about the beloved you would never have done that. But the truth remains that one can never make someone fall in love with oneself. We can control our own emotions, not that someones.
C D,
Love is not Tit for Tat.
Take care
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