# # Where Have They Gone Comments

Sometimes we seem to cross a border in our lives, where the old maps are empty and the old songs aren't sung. Then, it's time to climb to a high place, take in the view, draw a new map and learn a new song. A lovely poem Sonya. Poignant is exactly the right word. Take care, Nomad.

The mood of this one is so poignant. You ask beautiful, unanswerable questions with style and grace. Warm regards, Sandra