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If Tears Could Talk.

    If tears could talk as gentle fall they gather all in misty path that’s made. On flushed cheeks like warm ‘soft nymphs of sadness’ huge droplets fill sad eyes, as cleansing in their wake this pain so deeply felt.   Whirlpools of...

“Cairo” by Susie Hemingway.

    The disaster that is now our beautiful Egypt! I am pleased Hamada did not live to see this terrible fighting and bloodshed for he would have been so sad. Stay safe dear family and good friends. I know that you read here and some of you have internet...

“Missing You” by Susie Hemingway.

I miss you before my mind reaches consciousness I miss your smile when I leave my dreams. Missing you is the light of morning and the dusk of eventide, it is all the hours in between too.   I talk to you as I pass your door, I hear your call in the night to me...