In quiet or difficult moments, do you think of something or someone special to help you get through?
Do the whispers from your God or loved ones resonate with you?
Title: Unity
(A lone voice whispers)
When life suddenly becomes too painful, and parts of me feel like they are dying, like all those poor soldiers at, Waterloo, on the eighteenth of June, in 1815.
There's a secret place I go to, where I feel rich in the eyes of my watching, Bureau of The Internal Revenue.
Whenever I pause and think of you.
A place of sunshine and memories surrounded by life's many monsoons.