mesozoic Beleaguered Servant20170602201706022 Comments on mesozoicOriginal Poems somewhere, within the in-between, life vanishes To share is human:TweetShare on TumblrMoreEmailPocketPrintLike this:Like Loading...Tagged: Tags 444 Poetry Related Posts A Surprising Postscript to Love Spasm the Third Love Spasm The Third Absentee Scholarship 4 Substitutes – 4 Published by Beleaguered Servant Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure. View all posts by Beleaguered Servant
If, only if, one chooses to let it go. and if that one is not there himself then how is he to know? Perhaps there is always some one there holding life in his hand. Holly Loading... Reply
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If, only if, one chooses to let it go. and if that one is not there himself then how is he to know? Perhaps there is always some one there holding life in his hand.
Holly