Poetry, notes, and drawings by William Michaelian
Very beautiful, William. My eyes become blurred with tears that want to seep whenever sad and lovely words remind me of those who have passed on~
Thank you, Jan....
...a story of ascension and rebirth, to me. Promise of eternity. Remarkably captured in four lines. Thank you ~
And I thank you. I love how words mean different things to different people. Though some might not agree, I think it’s to our strength. Like a hillside rife with wildflowers: with such heaven at our feet, pity those who count the hours.
I have given so much Love, without intent, without need for gratitude, I've given everything I am, everything I have,without any desire for anything in return the love in me made me fly, until out of nowhere I crashed so badly, took me 7 years to get back on my feet then 3 years later I was thrown the gutter ..I gave up, now I will dance...my confession... I want heaven back
Up and down, heaven all around. Thank you, dear Lorraine.
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