THE STORY OF MY FRIEND.
These are
Not my words,
But those voiced
By my friend.
In the quiet solitude she called out His name
in the bitterness of heart after her spouse's death.He kept his silence.But a sweet song came from a wild bird.Then to her heart there came solace the lightness of mind.She looked for his face in the forest glades,where she roamed with him in the days gone by.He did himself from her.But this she saw: A tree still tender glinting in sunlight; Flowers smiling softly at her.
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Not my words,
But those voiced
By my friend.
In the quiet solitude she called out His name
in the bitterness of heart after her spouse's death.He kept his silence.But a sweet song came from a wild bird.Then to her heart there came solace the lightness of mind.She looked for his face in the forest glades,where she roamed with him in the days gone by.He did himself from her.But this she saw: A tree still tender glinting in sunlight; Flowers smiling softly at her.
The story of my friend if your are interested this story please share and follow us.
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