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
...words and images from England's green and pleasant land...
Know the lived
Photos are NOT mine. Credits goes to their respective owners.If I didn't credit the photo SORRY, that means I couldn't find the owner...❤ My life is my choice! I'm going to live how I want. Good vibes only.
Crafting, Cooking & Journalling through Life
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!
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.
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.