“All human life has its seasons, and no one’s personal chaos can be permanent: winter, after all does not last forever does it? There is summer, too, and spring, and though sometimes when branches stay dark and the earth cracks with ice, one thinks they will never come, that spring, that summer, but they do, and always." T.Capote
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Come Into My World
There are things that exist Of which you cannot see A parallel dimension A place you could in fact be The path into this arena Is a journey worth the ride For once you have found the door Your next step takes you inside Things will appear so different Yet they look quite the same Is it your eyes or your emotions Can you honestly even say The sky is still blue, yet bluer And time will have a value Same old things appear much newer But only if you allow it to It’s really something to behold It is within’ your grasp. Which leads me now to the question That I’ve come to ask, The sequence has been started Together we could build I just need to know… Will you Come Into My World
