On this day, one year ago, I wrote about grace.
Today, I recall the Bard's immortal words: 'some there be that shadows kiss/ such have but a shadow's bliss'.
And, in another poet's words, 'fled is that music. Do I wake, or sleep?'
A father, teacher, personal counsellor, sometime journalist and reader, I keep reflecting on the world's pageantry, magic, comicality and pain...
2 comments:
Sir, you know what i can't agree with you on this post because i often feel that I have already died and i am telling the story of my life to someone in next life.... I don't know why i have such a feeling but I have never seen it in dreams.i think about it when i am semi-concious in daily life. Can you please suggest a reason Sir.
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