Wait a while. The mind's confusion and slow steps
May quicken: when the sun comes out from hiding
And weariness itself wearily walks itself away.
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In the silence of the stars, solitude finds its most perfect home. Beautiful night musings. Always your friend, Sandra
Perhaps, the sweetest song, 'We look before and after And pine for what is naught Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught Our sweetest songs are those that tell of the saddest thought' Shelley
Rani this has a sweet wistfulness all of its own - -and speaks to the reader's soul....... music of the 'sometimes song' will linger long with me...... with warmest wishes - - and a 10 - from friend Fay.