Member Rara Avis
Mumbai, India : now in Belgium
It is really sad to hear this, but like I always think, certain tough decisions need to be taken at correct times forcing ceratin unwarranted situations, but thats the way it is in the bizarre 4-letter word called LIFE.
Good Luck, Ruth, will be waiting to see what you offer at the times that you would hoot around...
by the way, this poem is a exotic poem written from deep within your soul... really enjoyed it, particularly the words,
Her eyes can raise you to new heights
Or bring you to your knees
They can cast you out into the wind
Or drown you in their seas
They can sparkle like the summer sun
Up in the sky so blue
But there’s nothing like the way they shine
When her eyes, they shine for you
the shine from your eyes will be missed...and be long awaited always
Hey you, out there in the cold,
Getting lonely, getting old, can you feel me?
Hey you, standing in the aisle,
With itchy feet and fading smile, can you feel me?
Hey you, don't help them to bury the light.
Don't give in without a fight.
Hey you, out there on your own,
Sitting naked by the phone, would you touch me?
Hey you, with your ear against the wall,
Waiting for someone to call out, would you touch me?
Hey you, would you help me to carry the stone?
Open your heart, I'm coming home....
by Roger Waters (Pink Floyd) - The Wall