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What’s going on?
You’re so sad
Like it’s the end of the world
But to you that’s not bad
You weep like the willow
And you say
you’re in the darkest place
Where there’s only night
There’s no day
No one knows what the other does think!
Unless they explain or put it in ink!
The sadness is overwhelming
Like a river of mud
And a dark grey sky
It’s not good, and I don’t know why
I’d help if I could
Just please let me try?
Living with someone who suffers from manic depression is hard especially when they won’t share or let you in! But too it must be so terrible for anyone suffering a depressive illness ! Bless!
The sun rose through the trees
A splash of sparkling orange between the branches
Shining through with an opulent hue
Whilst the mist was rising in the field
Not seen this before, have you?

They say that a red sun in the morning
Is A shepherds warning
Despite it being beautiful to see
A sunset and a red sky
Is the best you can get, but why
They say sun rise and a red sky at night
Is a shepherds delight
Well it lights up the sky
And makes it All right!
A beautiful white feather floated down
to the ground
Means there’s a spirit somewhere around
It came from an angel I do believe

It’s beautifully fluffy and white
But there were no birds around tonight
I picked it up, it was soft and light
I will keep it, it’s only right!
Voulez vous?

What do you want?
What do you need?
De moi?

When all I have is love!
To give!
De moi!
Avon
I’ve been bathing in Avon
With bubbles and creams
A lovely haven
My best dreams
Lavender and cocoa butter
To smoothie out my skin
I have soaked outside to within
I’m so relaxed now without the gin!
https://www.avon.uk.com/store/Rosieandsophie.  You can order on line from this link and delivered straight to you! Lots of products are only a £1! Hope it’s ok sharing! I can’t believe how awesome it is wow!
  Sep 2020 Theresa Hartley-Mace
Cné
~
Romantics find her flawless
and the mystics find her wise.
The ancients found "The Huntress"
in her sharp and searching eyes.
Italians say "bela luna"
when they look at her and sigh.
The cavemen painted pictures
as they wondered at the sky.
The moon has many faces
and her light's a work of art...
And to the simple poet...
she is tonic for the heart.

~
Love is
toleration
Give and take
Patience
Share the cake
embrace
Kiss and cuddle
Sharing
Half each
caring
Look out for each other!
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