Cushioned, beneath the
ancient Oak, the whispers
of wind speaks...
of times so precious and
indelible...and times
of deep sorrow and heartache;
Reflections of the yester-years,
glimpses of the passions
fill the ache...the never ending
search for completion;
So picking up the pen of
words, she leaves her final
contribution to the winds of
time.

it is always appreciated
Many thanks for your kindness, as always it is appreciated 






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