Blankness.
A trick it is not,
An emotion it is.
Sadness overwhelming,
Core of my very soul.
Partings and meetings,
new and old.
One is silver,
The other is gold.
Pain in my heart,
Anger the other.
God, I wonder,
What meaning derived is this?
Peace I strive,
Tranquility I desire.
Help me God,
Just help me God.
Comments
b.d
L.A. California
But beautiful is pretty subjective.
One does not feel too beautiful after the winter dry weather has done havoc with both the skin and if you are walking around with "panda" like dark circles like you had just woken up.
ben,
los angeles, c.a
Thanks.
THats a very beautiful thing to say.
Unfortunately, not all my friends seem to realise that.