Never Say GoodbyeNever Say GoodbyeNever Say Goodbye
The longest day I've lived through was the hardest one by far It was the day I lost my Mother when God said "You'll have to part"
I stood there by her bedside with her hand clutched to my heart I watched her as that last breath from her chest did ne'er depart
I urged her to go quickly A new journey she must start I kissed her on the forehead as they wheeled in that big cart
I said "It's finally over..." My lips quivering, dry and parched Why couldn't I say "I love you"? At that time... it was too
A Work of ArtIt's all about the rythm the flow, the feel, the pace.A Work of Art
A painting on a canvass depicts a mood, a time, a place.
The beauty of it...frozen kept unmarred, and pure, and chaste.
It says much about the painter... his heart, his dreams, his traits.
Though words may sometimes fail him, he speaks volumes on his slate.
He paints tiny, perfect glimpses of boyhood, nature, and grace.
Captured in his brushstrokes? His passion, his heritage, his face.
I often come to see him... and for his ne
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my latest
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I've been broken apart so many times, that the shards have turned to dust, and blown away.
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my latest
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Smile, it could be worse
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