And we were together and we were happy
The days were long and silent and full of dreams.
Sometimes maybe too silent but we were together so it wasn’t so bad.
Not unbearable.
The nights were cool but our bodies were warm and so we didn’t suffer
Because we were together and the house was beautiful.
It didn’t bother us that we were alone there.
The trees in the garden gave us shelter from tears if there were any,
They veiled our grief so that we could be happy.
Even though there were only two of us.
Two was enough.















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~ Ben
A creative man is motivated by the desire to achieve, not by the desire to beat others. ~ Ayn Rand
Killing time murders opportunities.
Picasso once said: 'Inspiration exists; but it has to find you working.'
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