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 -
8 comments:
this is a deep deep loss and sadness.
Shadow read you correctly.
The tears are oh so very dangerous because they can bring down all eight fences in a tremendous crash. That happens even to those who shiver from the bitter cold.
What else is there to say?
Hisself
dear shadow - yes, you are so right - it is - loss and sadness very very deep - to the bone and beyond - but i am happy for having had those 10 minutes of magnificence [so to speak] - thanks so much for coming by, shadow, and for your words -
Shadows knows - and apparently you do too. Love this one, Gypsy.
seems there are several here who know, as i do, trish - so happy you like!!!
and what might i say to those words of yours, man who shivers and surrounds himself with the 8 fences?
;)
thanks so much for coming all this way, roger!!!
In all we are there's light and shade. The love we lost. The love we made. Such a bittersweet sensation you evoke Gypsywoman. So deft the nuance of your brush strokes. You do capture that tone universal, that melancholic sigh.
and you, steppenwolf, you who "gets" these words, i thank you - it's so gratifying to have one's own words appreciated -
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