Classic poem of the day
I there beheld the brook run by
In evening light below my feet,
Beside the new-mown grass, now dry
And smelling sweet—but far below
The stream's high-swelling watershed,
While yet it had long miles to go
To reach the sea waves on ahead.
I knew not where the cloud that pass'd
So far above the hills' high tops
First rose, or where its mist at last
Would fall in drops—nor where the man
That came along the flat or steep
Outreach......
Member poem of the day
Isn’t it quite fun when someone from another place visits you? Having foreign guests over can be quite a fresh change and can result in the exchange of ideas. But if you are managing a mental disorder, such gatherings might disturb you as you are unable to overcome the symptoms. You would eventually feel isolated and unable to be the life of the party. You do want to get back to your former self but cannot. But there is a solution that you need in life that can return you back to normal...
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