Sometimes...
Sometimes, it is true, a sense of isolation enfolds me like a cold mist as I sit alone and wait at life’s shut gate. Beyond there is light, and music, and sweet companionship; but I may not enter. Fate, silent, pitiless, bars the way… Silence sits immense upon my soul. Then comes hope with a smile and whispers, ‘there is joy in self-forgetfulness.’ So I try to make the light in others’ eyes my sun, the music in others' ears my symphony, the smile on others’ lips my happiness. 🌊 Helen Keller | The Open Door
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Sometimes...
Sometimes, it is true, a sense of isolation enfolds me like a cold mist as I sit alone and wait at life’s shut gate. Beyond there is light, and music, and sweet companionship; but I may not enter. Fate, silent, pitiless, bars the way… Silence sits immense upon my soul. Then comes hope with a smile and whispers, ‘there is joy in self-forgetfulness.’ So I try to make the light in others’ eyes my sun, the music in others' ears my symphony, the smile on others’ lips my happiness. 🌊 Helen Keller | The Open Door
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© This photograph is copyrighted. Under no circumstances can it be reproduced, distributed, modified, copied, posted to websites or printed or published in media or other medium or used for commercial or other uses without the prior written consent and permission of the photographer.