MarginalA Poem by PeteWhat lies behind us and what lies ahead of us are tiny matters compared to what lives within us. - ThoreauDave Walsh / Millenium Images UK Sometimes when I'm alone, I cry. Plagued by pestilence of the past. Regrets and pain pressing down. Life hurts. Lonliness stings. Faith isn't for the faint of heart. Not all dreams end well ... © 2020 Pete
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1 Review Added on May 6, 2020 Last Updated on May 12, 2020 AuthorPeteBoston, MAAboutI love reading, writing, music, nature, God and feeling emotion, not necessarily in that order. To me, these things go hand in hand. My favorite writer is Henry David Thoreau. I think he was a geni.. more..Writing
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