Those bodies there fighting that dreadful nightmare of a disease seem to agree, that the life led is now almost on the verge of getting lost. They are driving down that road with the lights kept low and their tears are wiped off before it’s allowed to breathe.
Together we weep as anguish hits the final stop, falling hard, those bonds of comfort now lost in the wind….Is that the end.? Sympathy or empathy, is that all we can do.?...Of course there is a hope. The power of the mind is what prevails. MIND OVER MATTER.. No one has been able to simplify that mind…
Together we weep as anguish hits the final stop, falling hard, those bonds of comfort now lost in the wind….Is that the end.? Sympathy or empathy, is that all we can do.?...Of course there is a hope. The power of the mind is what prevails. MIND OVER MATTER.. No one has been able to simplify that mind…
‘A bit of fragrance always clings to the hand that gives roses’. And today we have all done this one feat for sure..-we have given this rose to somebody who so needed to have it.
The fight for that ‘disease of destruct’ is a tough one and Someday perhaps the inner light will shine forth from us, and then we'll need no other light…
‘Nothing is worth more than this day’ and it’s a Casefile-believe me, we have made a successful attempt to fight it…’Cheers’ to all of us for the nobility..
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