“Between us and heaven or hell is only life, which is the frailest thing in the world.”.
Ride we the curled, cresting salt;
Cling to the back of a wing-ed horse;
Drift we through warm waters
Rotten with flowers,
Float we, on a phantom, on Hope
On Grace.
©Hemmingplay 2015
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Your words here are as majestic as the ocean
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Thank you, AM.
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You are welcome, my friend.
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