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Let’s take care of our planet. It’s the only home we have.
Specific Theme Child Of My Womb it is blisswhen you reach outto touch meand melt my heart—tense my thumbstill this moment—branch of my rib, I love you minutes flywhen I'm…
The girl needs a day off. Needs to be a child playing childish games. Let her.
Written after Stephen W. Buchanan's post, You Bet Your Life. If You Haven't Got A Sonnet, A Ha'Sonnet Will Do.
I was once a lad with upturned lips Afloat but scared of sinking waves That swelled over society’s brink and Quenchless flames that on my bosom die. #anxiety
A little dark poem is where I landed today. Hope you can recover from this one.
uncertainty looms in every corner—what to do, what to do but all ills come equipped, they say,complete with answers waiting the humane will figure it out: not exactlyrocket science Copyright…
In the presence of nature, a wild delight runs through the man, in spite of real sorrows. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson
What are you up to now that the humidity is last season’s news? Here’s an idea.
herbed, green, and grassy the smell--like forest bathing.