words echo
stirring dust
causing shadows
to move on walls
of memory
words echo
stirring dust
causing shadows
to move on walls
of memory
...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.
What is the T.S. Eliot reference? I’ve read him but can’t conjure the connection.
I don’t have my collection of his poetry here but do a search on this blog and the segment of his poem that inspires mine will appear.
To what purpose.. clearly love
Well, the memory of love anyway.
Poets shouldn’t be fatalistic. Doesn’t make sense given the poetic project. My bias, I suppose.