Grain Of Sand Comments

''I often have this dream, strange, penetrating, Of a woman, unknown, whom I love, who loves me, And who’s never, each time, the same exactly, Nor, exactly, different: and knows me, is loving. Oh how she knows me, and my heart, growing Clear for her, alone, is no longer a problem, For her alone, she alone understands, then, How to cool the sweat of my brow with her weeping.'' Paul Verlaine I like your wonderful lyric poem, Gershon, with well embedded romantic ideas of love......10++++from me

A great imagery. We have a handful of sand unfortunately.10.