Quiet nights of quiet stars, Quiet chords from my guitar, Floating on the silence that surrounds us. Quiet thoughts and quiet dreams, Quiet walks by quiet streams,
1. MY FATHER’S HANDS My father comes to my thoughts in many ways; some good and sadly many bad. In the middle of it all rests a huge question mark, why?
Do pencils ever get the point? Do they know when to draw the line? Are they known for being blunt or is everything just fine?
It couldn’t be called a love affair or love at first sight for, in truth, Pete had never even set eyes on the girl but he knew, beyond a glimmer of a doubt that he loved her.