Love, friendships, pain, agony, joy, tears, happiness, and then more pain....
When will it end for me?
Busyness ensues me, Birthdays bombard me!
Lists of lists to make and lists to come, laundry, dusting, mopping, vacuuming, and much more!
Baby standing up in playpen crying and protesting his state!
Friends scattered, night is my friend, the moonlight brings calming...
Occasional tears...
Steady on I go, moving forward, no time for obstacles...
I search for my Purple moor...
"The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees,
The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
The road was a ribbon of moonlight, over the purple moor,
And the highwayman came riding, riding, Riding!"
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