Things not said but thought.
Silence but not peace.
Quiet but little done.
Thoughts racing, heart pumping. Life goes on. But stops for a quiet moment. Between the moments--worry, cautious optimism, reasoning, guilt and happiness.
Time is our enemy. Time is our friend.
Accomplishments are limited by our time.
Our time together and apart; in the same room, but worlds apart.
Rainy, cold day, brings out gloom, but still there is hope.
Still there is us.
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This is a gorgeous post.
thanks for sharinng... HUGS
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