"I could a tale unfold,that would harrow up thy soul,freeze thy blood,and make each hair stand on end,like the quills of the Porpentine-so,Why yield to a suggestion whose horrid image doth unfix my hair,and make my heart knock at my ribs?"
AHHh, to be a kid again, and see the world through their eyes. You poem took my mind off all that is hurting, and made me feel just like that " little one." God has given you a great gift; and you have used it wisely. Thank You Dana, for sharing your poems with me. Love, Dave.
Much love to you Dana, beautifully writ, as it touches the core <3
Thank you so much Dave. If only we could feel this always...But alas that child grows but, we will always have that small inner child to go home to.. Thank you again. I am humbled
Lucy, you always have the special words also to touch my heart..Thank you sweet friend so very much..
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