Thursday, July 14, 2005

 

And ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.  Kahlil Gibran -  The Prophet  

This day  brought blended thoughts and emotions.  At a glance it was good.... at a distance, it seemed as though depth was needed to clarify.  
We have, we take .... we give all... and still,  I sit in silence .... with thoughts that need to be freely expressed and felt .... while lingering in the mix.

3 comments:

dimundntheruf69 said...

Beautiful entry..really pretty picture...~Christie

barbpinion said...

What a wonderful entry this is. Have been behind on journal reading and just now catching up. Love the way you express yourself.
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deabvt said...

As always....Perfect!
V