Life Is But A Stopping Place Poem นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The silence of two people who had said the necessary thing and were now simply in the same room, which was its own kind of progress. "The Mary Oliver book," Yessica said. "Yes." "Which poem." He paused. Then said it from memory, just the last two lines, quietly: "Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life." She looked at him. He looked back. "I'm still figuring that out," he said. "Me too," she said. Claire kicked. Three times. Firm and sequential, like punctuation. Yessica pressed her hand to her stomach.

I hide it so well, I smile my mind run miles, I speak no words my energy’s thought… I’m troubled. Can you see? My eyes wonder every path, My mind has wondered about, I wonder……’ ‘No, no, no. I cannot do this to myself. The moment I allow this thoughts, this poem conversion of mine to go on, I will go deeper. I need to stop thinking’

The grief of being weak as he waited for the evil men to shoot his family. His life fleeted before him and he was there spectating it all over again. "Life is ephemeral like the wind in a stormy day," he couldn't help but be poetic. With his words, in this mysterious place, a gust of wind appeared out of nowhere and blew with it the scent of spring, and it was immediately gone like a popping bubble without sounds.

She asked I suddenly remembered the small poem in the book I have shared with Lea "Think of me, our time might come to an end. In a blink, you might be blind to see me." "I am on the brink of the cliff, can you catch me? I am shrinking, will you see me?" "In a wink, there's only one eye. In a heart, there's only one side" I haven't given attention to it but, it did affect me. Little did I know, it was the end