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Guardian Angel
Oh precious child of trouble and fright
Dry you tears on my shoulder this night
I will wrap my…
Night Shadows Part 11
arms from the mist...
Dusk has settled over the town and dark soon will arrive
Cozy little town shops begin to close for the night
A blur of white passes…
Night Shadows
It is coming, you cannot hide, it desires you
The stars in the sky glitter with the coming
Turning daylight to dusk and beyond
Just another night in their little small…
So hard to believe, truly believe
This place you have found, your plan
Dreams, passion, desire, our love
All fade into realities uncertain game
Never thought of you leaving this life
Alone, wondering why I…
Will you call my name again, my love
Oh lonely tune echoes evermore
I have waited long, alone, this single dove
Never your face can I adore
Waiting for you on the banks of…
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Henry David Thoreau
1817-1862
American Essayist, Poet
and Philosopher
“I went to the woods because
I wanted to live deliberately,
I wanted to live deep and
suck out all the marrow of
life, To put to rout all that
was not life and not when I
had come to die Discover
that I had not lived.”
~“Just remember, the same
as a spectacular Vogue
magazine, remember
that no matter how
close you follow the jumps:
Continued on page whatever.
No matter how careful you
are, there’s going to be the
sense you missed something,
the collapsed feeling under
your skin that you didn’t
experience it all. There’s
that fallen heart feeling
that you rushed right
through the moments where
you should’ve been paying
attention. Well, get used to that
feeling. That’s how your whole
life will feel some day.
This is all practice.
None of this matters.
We’re just warming up.”~
Eloquence in a Waterlily
But it chanced the other
day that I secured a white
water-lily, and a season
I had waited for had
arrived. It is the emblem
of purity. It bursts up
so pure and fair to the eye,
and so sweet to the scent,
as if to show us what
purity and sweetness reside
in, and can be extracted
from, the slime and muck
of earth. I think I have
plucked the first one
that has opened for a mile.
What confirmation
of our hopes is in the
fragrance of this flower!
I shall not so soon despair
of the world for it,
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