StillA Poem by Einstein Noodleabout anyone who has/had such an afflictions and survived ;)Still I still love you and feel stiff sore mornings. I tell myself, "It's all downhill from here." It's ok. Tops of our tall green pines weighty, eighty feet of grey, brown barking oak as wintered Spring holding it's breath still. At the top of deepest gasp, at the bottom of devoid; the forest is motionless and waiting so still. How fast the fade of day! We take a peek, then look away and
the remains, remain still. 01/18/2024 E. © 2024 Einstein NoodleAuthor's NoteFeatured Review
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30 Reviews Added on January 20, 2024 Last Updated on January 21, 2024 AuthorEinstein NoodlePork Rind, AKAboutThis morning as I began to log in to WC, it occurred to me what an inspiring and comfortable place this has become for me. There are so many talented people sharing, encouraging, teaching and learni.. more..Writing
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