Had to get off this island of self exile,
For to find myself someplace else to be.
Had to change the horizons,
Before it all got the best of me.
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A pleasant, warm day’s breeze combs the trees, And Life shows us how it goes on. An amazing poem................10
Thank you, Akhtar. I am happy to hear when someone appreciates a work.
You must have loved her greatly, a truly fine piece which links together your grief and what she meant to you. Thankyou for sharing this precious piece with us.
Much appreciated, Paul. We were true soulmates.