Twinkling light as you pass by, a pinpoint in the dark night sky.
Where are you going, where have you been? Are you starting your trip or at your journeys end?
I wonder why there is no sound with a hundred souls flying high above the ground.
Twinkling light as you pass by, a pinpoint in the dark night sky.
Where are you going, where have you been? Are you starting your trip or at your journeys end?
I wonder why there is no sound with a hundred souls flying high above the ground.
My View of Life on the Dock
Hope. Joy.. Feelings cloaked as words.
just another dreamer
"Eye Fly High"
My words will either attract a strong mind or offend a weak one.
WITHIN ARE PIECES OF ME
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Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life? Mary Oliver
a journey
Conscious Thought: Driven by Intelligent Awareness
Smidgens
Literature by the Lit Up
quirky writings from an honest place
Writing and Thinking Out Loud by Cindy Isber
where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry
Original poems for the young at heart
