Autopsy..
originally posted by Jean Oct 11, 2007
…and there was nothing in the heart but pain.
For, sorrow was pain. Fear was pain.
And love became pain.
The heart was shrivelled.
The scars were memories.
It was no way to live, so it died.
The New American Digest
For Followers of Gerard Van der Leun's Fine Work
This short poem got right to the heart of the matter.
oh, Joe. heh.
On a cheerier note– Daffodils.
SK, your entire comment is beautiful.
Thank you so much.
Hoping to see some of those daffodils here in Ohio soon.
Aw, thank you Jean. Your poem was so sad, I just felt compelled to share the joy of my little flowers. Wishing daffodils for you.
🙂
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