the air she breathes
fills her lungs
with the scent
of flowers
and her heart
becomes a rose
waiting for the man
who will pluck it
the air she breathes
fills her lungs
with the scent
of flowers
and her heart
becomes a rose
waiting for the man
who will pluck it
la condivisione del dolore è un dono di amore da parte di chi lo fa e di chi lo riceve
A picture tells a thousand stories!
Epistles,Thoughts, and Concerns
Here, Now and Somewhere else
Moda-Creative thinking
Lucania la mia ragione di vita
Deal with the faults of others as gently as your own.
....But if you stay in my lane long enough, you'll experience my emotions...
Daily wind
Welcome to my world
Gesundheit - Rezepte - Reisen
Blog de literatura e artes
Urban art and culture
We're all on a road to somewhere.
My poetry is my religion.
poetry by Robert Ford
Recetas fáciles de preparar
A daily guide on “What to cook?" And "How to cook?”
This is because 💜💜💜
Must be.
💜🌹🌹🌹
Beautiful. ♥♥♥
Thank you, Patricia.
You’re most welcome. ☺☺
Beautiful, But beware the thorns on the stem.
Ah yes, the thorns.