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We hear the bells ringing,
the essence of hearing the knell.
Across this land of Crafty
Wizards, casting and leaving a spell.

A love of make believe,
or it could be true.
Depends on your imagination,
or upon how you will view.

I'm lost in my mind,
an unthinkable thing,
for knowing the sadness,
and what it will bring.

Think not of others,
before you sing,
for the more power,
the sadness, will bring.

Someday, somewhere,
Angels, will arrive,
to enlighten you,
keeping you alive.

When Dawn breaks,
on a new day,
life will move forward,
a World in which you will stay.

NASA Astronomy Picture of the Day:

Methalox rocket engine firing, Odysseus' landing legs absorb first contact with the lunar surface in this wide-angle snapshot from a camera on board the robotic Intuitive Machines Nova-C moon lander. Following the landing on February 22, broken landing legs, visible in the image, ultimately left the lander at rest but tilted. Odysseus' gentle lean into a sloping lunar surface preserved the phone booth-sized lander's ability to operate, collect solar power, and return images and data to Earth. Its exact landing site in the Moon's far south polar region was imaged by NASA's Lunar Reconnaissance Orbiter. Donated by NASA, the American flag seen on the lander's central panel is 1970 Apollo program flight hardware.

I'm touched, by your kindness.
Happy you are my friend.
A great love I have for you,
helping my broken heart mend.

What price is love,
when what you've known,
has gone away,
and happiness has flown.

Where does one go,
when your love is lost?
There isn't enough money,
to ever justify the cost.

I won't know about today,
I won't know about the morrow.
I know without you,
there won't be a tomorrow.

When Worlds collide,
like yours and mine.
If the love for another develops,
the World is now fine.

I had a terrible loss,
you provided comfort,
to me when I was lost
and you provided support.

I lost control,
letting myself go,
slipping into comfort,
when I should have said no.

I apologize for my error,
of complicating your life.
You never complained,
when I brought strife.

I'll take a break.
A moment of solitude,
clearing my mind
of sadness.

Remembering I have a
circle of friends
and people who love and
support me.
I am most fortunate.

He was a Cat,
from an old neighborhood.
He was a cool cat,
a regular, Johnny B Good.

Not a rocker,
not even close.
He preferred the Blues
lounge music, the most.

Take the beauty,
as it is given.
See what Nature
has provided.

Walk along
a garden path,
with new
growth.
Comparing with
the old.

Daffodils, Tulips,
are there to see.
Watch Dragonflys
and the Bumblebee,

as they fertilize,
each new bud
from their neighbors.
Truly spectacular.

Here we are,
same place,
same time,
Life's embrace.

When love ends,
what happens then?
No more acting,
no let's pretend.