In spite of losing the best thing I have known I stepped out of the rainbow and stood in the rain. Distant from the reaches of Venus, I stood atop Pompei wondering where it all went. Gone is Athens -- yet tommorow lie Rome. Like a wilting rose in the misty rain, I will see life again. The clounds part, the ash scatters, Helen is at my doorstep.
Reason for writing:
It is getting better all of the time:)
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