September 20, 2021September 20, 2021 Pat Cegan Reaching Up You will never fall so far that you cannot reach up and clasp my hand. My love for you rests in the womb of solitude and silence. This pit of despair soon turns into a resting place of love, if you but call my name. Share with a friend:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to share on Telegram (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)MoreClick to share on Pocket (Opens in new window)Click to share on Skype (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading...
fitting somehow I had a discussion with a young girl about needing to be willing to reach out and accept a helping hand but it’s hard to do when you are too scare to look up for fear there’s no hand to grasp LikeLike Reply
fitting somehow
I had a discussion with a young girl about needing to be willing to reach out and accept a helping hand
but it’s hard to do when you are too scare to look up
for fear there’s no hand to grasp
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