Behind this one, there was an anecdote.
They say that beauty cannot be measured. Nothing: No words, no art, no pictures can do justice to it. Yet, ironically, I set myself a trail where I started finding ways to express such aesthetic ecstasy in words.
Pardon me, O lord, I shall never be able to do justice to thy grace!
Peace.
Faithfully,
Grace C.
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You gave a muse to me, so strong I lost me loving you... Coming back...slowly...writing what I think and am too afraid to believe or possibly see but am ignoring...no longer.
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Thank you Papi, beloved.
R.I.H. May 4
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