To Celine
For all the love in her songs, for all the sensitivity in her voice and the tenderness of the lyrics. For all she is and she will be for all the people who love her and with compassion for all the loss she had suffered.
With much love and tender caring.
"Find what you love and let it kill you." – Charles Bukowski
I'm a poem that breathes.
Tigers not daughters
A woman disguises herself as her dead brother, Henry, in order to survive in the Confederate ranks during the Civil War. With the help of Indians hiding in the mountains 'Henry' is reunited with the widow, Virginia, who saved his life at the battle of Antietam and marries her to rescue Virginia from an unfortunate arranged betrothal. They keep each others secrets and forge an unusual family. It is the alchemy of gratitude.
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Self Love
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