Writing

"Something so gentle; never passes us by"

Her train may wreck, her abuses bruise us, but to behold her wake, her glory her tresses, her face; risking defeat and death is a small price to pay.

You left, you stay away, you broke my heart..

Lovely kids play bubble blowing

Poem that speaks of the wind blowing away all our cares and woes.

Tags Blowing