The Music, by Linda Subscribe to rss feed for Linda

I hear the music
I hear the music

I watch the moon

I feel the sun

I love the rain

I believe in love

I worry about many things

I think about life, love and hate

I miss my grandchildren

I talk to my daughter

I listen to the birds chirp

I hug my cats

I clean my house

I wash the clothes

I cook sometimes

I know I am alive

I wonder though, 

Where am I headed

What is my future

Do I want to know?

Maybe not

I hope it's good.

Posted: 2011-09-28 02:21:45 UTC

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