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 - imaginedand/or real - come along with me -we'll danceamong the stars under the sun and over the moon - we'll share our stories of love around the campfire -come along -
poetry from the heart...
POETRY FROM THE HEART - my own words dedicated to all the words left unspoken, the acts left undone - the love unlived unfulfilled -
i dance with you...only in dreams...
WANDER OVER TO MY OTHER CAMPFIRES and LEAVE ME A NOTE IN THE SAND...
so true, dear nevine! bruised and battered and tattered our little hearts may be but we can never deny the call of love when it comes - at least, i cannot - so wonderful to have you drop by - you've been missed, dear lady -
6 comments:
the sweet sting of it all... I've hidden too but the walls crumbled easily when the right one called :)
how many walls we have built! and still the crumble!!!
Oh, how unmistakable are the calls of love. And how can we deny them? Lovely, Gypsy!
Nevine
so true, dear nevine! bruised and battered and tattered our little hearts may be but we can never deny the call of love when it comes - at least, i cannot - so wonderful to have you drop by - you've been missed, dear lady -
how lovely a sentiment, sweet gypsy tho they do crumble don't they, when it's time....and it is for us all at some point.... lovely photo too. xoxoxo
yes, when it's time - and we always know when it's time - so great to have you come by lovelylinda - and happy happy again!
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