Beneath the surface,
gripped by the ripples
of life gone by.
It is a sad softness, and there are cold
lashes of fear, set into the marrow
of my bones.
Take this tender heart, I whisper.
To someone.
Somewhere.

Beneath the surface,
gripped by the ripples
of life gone by.
It is a sad softness, and there are cold
lashes of fear, set into the marrow
of my bones.
Take this tender heart, I whisper.
To someone.
Somewhere.

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That’s very kind, Jason. Thank you. ☀️I’ve certainly got my husband and my beautiful kids and family who do a wonderful job in supporting me. So, really, I shouldn’t complain. ☺️
Of course, I will always keep dreaming of a perfect society where everyone was always kind and looked after each others cares. Perhaps I’ll have to wait a little longer for that. 😂☺️
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