Come for my words, stay for my songs.
Sad and beautiful....
All I can say is WOW! I love it and hate it at the same time. Because I can feel it.
Move out and make a new home! However, hauntingly beautiful Haiku.
I am disabled myself, Kevin,and I assure you, your soulcan soar beyond Pluto everytime you create something,write something, paint,snap a pic, surf the web.I worked for 25 years forthe Department of Veteran'sAffairs, working with blindedveterans. There is hope outthere, but it has to start within,and remember when dealingwith the DVA; be your own advocate, and do not take no for an answer.
Well done. The music you have playing really add to the melancholy mood. Kudos.
Your body may be restricted, Kevin, but your mind soars. Well Magpied :)
Thank you all for visiting, reading, and taking the time to comment. I appreciate it.
Deep, dark and delicious too (in a good way.)
good, decent - the last line doesn't need the word 'my' - BTW - Thank you so much for the strings - they sound great, strung both my classical and I couldn't be happier with the tone.
Glad they're working out for you Jhon!I, for the life of me, can't bring myself to get rid of the word 'my'. This one was for me. ;)
I just think it is implied strongly and it feels redundant to me, only a suggestion though.
But in your case, the caged bird sings. Beautifully, too.
Thank you Tess.