Nothing is without risk, the question is how great is the good on the right track.

Sharing poems & thoughts, one redacted word at a time.
Nothing is without risk, the question is how great is the good on the right track.
Your face is bright all steeped in sunshine, more beautiful than the water singing as it runs on a great day.
All the great words - love, joy, happiness, were just a cocktail of experience in life.
A great fatigue: this stagnant point in my poisoned body. My corpse-like face nothing to you, my love. I was surviving.
A natural fusion of great satisfaction and complete happiness. I am man and woman - a comfortable state that lives in harmony, co-operating. A great mind is androgynous.
The life of the average woman could make a book, for they should rewrite history through inconspicuous great lives.
The great emptiness the loss of a memory. Could anyone ease the pain?
The great puzzle lay in the difficulty of a civil and sensible reply to the ignominious and abrupt dismissal of the heart.