blow strong wind
through the streets
of this ancient city
blow the dust
from these old eyes
so that they may see
five thousand miles
across seas an ocean
there where my home
used to be
blow strong wind
through the streets
of this ancient city
blow the dust
from these old eyes
so that they may see
five thousand miles
across seas an ocean
there where my home
used to be
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!
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 caseras y fáciles
Just so lovely Leonard.
Thank you, Anna.
damn