Must We Part?
Sunset lingered behind the clouds;
Raindrops; warm like a touch of hope.
Chants of birds filled my heart with bliss.
Spellbound, by the green-scented wind.
In the quiet park of dreams;
Whispers of poets; inventing thoughts.
How many poems were written here –
Who walked these paths –
Surpassing their every need;
Passions bound to never part.
© Maria Fokas/Photography Dublin/All Rights Reserved
Plowing through Life in the Country...One Calf Nut at a Time
Hoping to inspire the world one word at a time.
How to Teach Without a Lecture and other fun
Blog oficial
Photographs of things I love.
small attempt to express the beauty of thoughts through words.
Poems, stories and more. Mostly fiction.
I dreamed I could fall asleep.
living life in conscious reality
It's a start of beautiful conversations
Poésie - Poetry - Art - Music ...
Travel. Climbing. Characters. True stories, well told.
Teacher. Author. Creator. Speaker. Mom.
Ποίηση, έρωτας, μοναξιά
I want to be rich. Rich in love, rich in health, rich in laughter, rich in adventure and rich in knowledge. You?
To live is to give. To be happy is to give happiness. Happiness is a state of peaceful mind. Your thoughts become your actions. So, what are you thinking?
Respect the views of world and the world will respect you.
Colours of different thoughts
by Tookii
Lifestyle Reality.
New Perspective on Life
“The Earth is Art, The Photographer is only a Witness ” ― Yann Arthus-Bertrand
Smidgens
Waking up in a New World
Taking your writing to the next level
The Best of History, Literature, Art & Religion
You sing songs of heartache and I know every word.
We pay our taxes and we wave our flags, we buy the bullets and the body bags
I have a thirsty fish in me that can never find enough of what it's thirsty for.
Browncoat, part-time caped crusader. I might be a novel and short story writer. I blog about writing, mostly, but other things occasionally take my fancy.
we're on the boat
I want more adventures, good energy, learn new things, and grow!
Short, sharp flash fiction
Devotionals on A COURSE IN MIRACLES, A COURSE OF LOVE, and THE WAY OF MASTERY . . . with Celia Hales
writing is sorrow; having had written is sublime
That's right! I write!
