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The Rosary |
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martiniat8 Senior Member
since 2003-06-21
Posts 897Prague, Bohemia, Czech Republic |
Destinations unknown in God's hands his future and fate are thrown. He took a chance, at his rope's end he did not know what the coming days would bring he does not know what will happen by week's end trying to reconnect with lost loves, lost friends. what the future may bring by then, what song will he sing? So, he returned to the page to where this story all begins wrapped around a rose bush removing the thorns, trying to mend a book where the pages are torn. Joy, what GREAT joy there could be turning hidden faces into a happy rosary oh the stage is set, on the lines, a wire messages sent results for an unknown, unheard of... desire. He knows he has to leave reset his destination but with whom, he wants only one its life, its complex, its daring, its risk its sheer, its dear, its sheer, sheer poetry. [This message has been edited by martiniat8 (05-17-2011 04:57 AM).] |
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