A Hidden Identity
Poem 18 of 31 for October Poetry Writing Month, #OctPoWriMo, based on the prompt of black out or…
Just this… don’t question how it begins.
Just this… where the premise for my memoir ‘ð˜¾ð™¤ð™¬ð™—ð™¤ð™®ð™¨ ð˜¼ð™§ð™š ð™‰ð™¤ð™© ð™Žð™ªð™¥ð™¥ð™¤ð™¨ð™šð™™ ð™©ð™¤ ð˜¾ð™§ð™®’ started over three years…
To Know That You’re Alive!
These words ring so true for me lately. Adrift in a sea of wandering and wondering what is…
May Our Spirits Never Be Broken
Unbroken spirits Midst the heavens roar On gilded wings they soar Through the valley’s deep Over stones they…
What a beautiful image, kids dreams are so big, we should learn from them and dream big too, I will share it on my twitter just amazing!
Thank you so much Doris!
Too many. 😉
There can never be too many dreams!