Dried Leaves
Originally posted on Bottled Metaphors:
Sere land which lay aheadWith mayhem of coloursApart from the cactusAnd scorching sun. Phlegmatic sea and stolid wavesSometimes perturbed by tides,Love of the sea wind towards gullsThey embrace…
Originally posted on Bottled Metaphors:
Sere land which lay aheadWith mayhem of coloursApart from the cactusAnd scorching sun. Phlegmatic sea and stolid wavesSometimes perturbed by tides,Love of the sea wind towards gullsThey embrace…
We were young once “We poets in our youth begin with gladness; But there off in the end despondency and madness.”Wordsworth “Soldiers rest! Thy warfare o’er, Dream of fighting fields no more: sleep… Continue reading
Originally posted on VIXEN of VERSE:
#gratitude 🎧🍁❤💛🌻💚💚🌻💛❤🍁🎧 I am grateful for the gift of life. I am grateful for the abundance that freely flows through my life. I am able to remain…
Originally posted on David Redpath:
I just don’t carewho you followthe stuff that you sayand what you thinkthat you knowIn the deepest despair from way down belowthrough haunted streets I’ve driven that manicand…