Beautiful Time....

Never will I ponder the time that has gone by,
Or wish in vain that another had helped me reach the sky.
You were what made me beautiful in so many different ways.
You were my most beautiful times, only now fate has decided another way.

Beautiful time I will reflect and always know in my heart,
That upon every shawdow there lies a wombed and broken heart.

But, along the way you find a place that becomes beautiful to.

Only now you much reach the sky alone and know that it reaches out to you.

In all the tears & in the hurt time still beats fourth.
Only now we must listen and hope that time still keeps course.

Beautiful time together now it has come to an end.
But I lived a life so beautiful my children are here in the end.

poem by Rachel Fogle
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So Close To My Heart.....

So close to my heart,
Were do I Draw the line of what is yours
and what is mine?
So close to my heart,
Will I ever walk away, or stay
and continue to be taken?
So close to my heart,
Will I ever be free?
So close to my heart,
I can't bear you're distance,
So close to my heart,
I can't bear you're nearness.
So close to my heart,
Still can't bare your touch
For it gives forgiveness & also my love.
So close to my heart,
Your the most wonerful gift,
I could have ever recieved.
If only you turned out as I pictures in my
dreams.

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The Rainbow & The Sunset

Can you picture a painting of a rainbow beginning to shine.
Can you picture a sunset that's ready but not yet defined.
I can picture the rainbow and the pot of gold at the end,
I can picture the sunset and the many more to begin.
These are the simple things in life,
These at the things that are ment to be.
No one prepares you for the truth.
No one prepares you for the unfair things.
That on the other side of that rainbow dreams don't always come true.
And that you may find a bit of beauty in that sunset by the sea,
Or you may find a hard earned miracle in that rainbow made by we.
But the truth of it all is, is that the rainbow doesn't last.
And that sooner or later the sunset will pass.
And we must realize that life is not a sunset or a rainbow made by we.
That for some reason or another,
Fate is what is and fate is what was meant to be.

poem by Rachel Fogle
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