unfulfilled love - unrequited love - love relinquished - life unlived...
we all are gypsies of a sort wandering traveling through this life other lives space and time here there and yon on roads less traveled - this is a written and visual journal of my own travels - imagined and/or real - come along with me - we'll dance among the stars under the sun and over the moon - we'll share our stories of love around the campfire - come along -
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you know him too?
What a woman you are, Jenean. Do you remember the very first question I asked you many months ago? And your answer? Probably not, but the point is moot.
Shadows are often only illusions and we die for them.
But in truth, this is a beautiful poem.
Roger
oh, yes, kay, i know him, too!
as you?
so you know, then, that to know him is to love him - even in shadows! yes? yes!
;)
but of course i remember, roger - i remember both the question and the answer -
of shadows, often they are only illusions - just as often they are our only reality, don't you think?
but in truth, it matters not, which they are - as long as "they are" -
and i thank you for your kind words!
Love this one. It's that shadow world stuff that can be so intriguing.
intriguing - and inviting, trish, for sure!
True Gypsy sweetie we're shadows but they live in us. Nice one and enjoy your Wednesday~
absolutely, wild rose, they are - and they live - in us! lovely to see you - hope all is well in your world!
so much love you have inside, jenean!
my dear marius - i am so sorry to only now be finding your sweet comment - the past several weeks have found me traveling across country and now in the midst of unpacking and more unpacking - and without access to the net - thank you so much for your words - you know, i think of you often and hope your world treats you well - jenean
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