I am pretty sure I wrote this in the hospital, one late night, but I can't really remember, I can understand why some of the greatest works of art came to people while on drugs....
"Love abounds over me, it is a river freely flowing.
Yet still I find my heart sickend with loneliness; And earnestly I wait for the time I can return to my dreams."
This is exactly how I felt in the hospital, I couldn't said it better myself, or wait, maybe I did :)
1 comment:
Hi Love,
It is very hard to read the thing you wrote, cause of the color. Am sure it was not cause of the drugs, but an inner instillment from the Lord. Love you much. Nana
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