To Catch A Poem by Ingrid Wilson.Photo by Selma Book Covers Screenshot by SelmaBrowse the Slideshow, please. And now I'll recycle Comptess Anna de Brémont's Poem. THE CHRISTMAS WREATH Oh!…
Prayer is not the extra wheel we unveil when times are bad. Prayer is that wheel we need to see us through on this journey. Without it, we are stuck. United we pray. United we fight the darkness of our times.
8 lines 8 syllables no rhyme You may laugh at my reason. But here's to a Great Eight.
May there be light. May there always be light. Especially for our friends in Ukraine today.
No matter how humble, you can thank this circus for inspiring your dreams. May your heart always remember.
Then I came to Japan. And I collapsed. Exhausted. I became undone only to find a wellspring of new energy that slowly seeped into me. Slowly, I started to deflate. I heard birds chirping, cicadas singing their joyful songs, people conversing and laughing softly and life for me turned into a slow waltz. It can happen to you too. Promise.