she was
an open book
just not the book
I was reading
she was
an open book
just not the book
I was reading
Moj život, moje zadovoljstvo
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
Great post 😄
Thank you.
No problem 🙂 check out my blog when you get the chance 😁
I will.
She was a novel. I was reading poetry. 🙂
That works, too.
An excellent analogy expressed so concisely.
Thank you.
I could say it, changing she with he…. Thank you for the beautiful posts.
Thank you, AnnaMaria. I think we all could say that at least one time in our lives.