this grief feels beautiful and there is no desire to get rid of it, as it is me...
I cannot imagine life without this broken heart
it is my beauty....
I suppose it is the lethargy which sometimes hits...
meanwhile fillagree of light dances in the garden
doves perch on the telephone wires looking at the feeders
cat wants to play
my husband holds me as tears fall...
it is time for breakfast...
the tea is hot
and the steam enchanting
.... life pulls me into its arms... and the dance continues...
Nancy Neithercut~~
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