Friday, 17 June 2016

Small Stone 17 (there is no joy today)

(Photo copyright Huddersfield Daily Examiner)

I need to believe
The gentle balms of Love
Are stronger than
 The brutal wounds of Hate.
But can I?
Do I?



Small Stones are gathered here and shared here on Facebook.

1 comment:

  1. Well said, sister. When I was young, I used to dream of "being famous". The older I get, the more I realize that any kind of notoriety increases one's likelihood of being targeted by terrorists and/or lunatics, and I cherish my anonymity.


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