Declining to the soil.
An unearthing is too soon a toil.
As the ravaged trees…breathe, ‘a sigh of relief.’
The ground embraces a reminder of a savior’s grace.
Alas, all emerges free.
As far as, I am privileged to see, there is no need for organized spirituality.
Pockets of snow remain the last vestiges …
Glacial reminders of being untamed.
Welcomed are the tufts of emerald blades, virgin and well-defined.
Rural…is the only thought that comes to mind.
Mina upplevelser på de konserter och musikaler jag sett
a written aspirations to inspire.
Frank Regan in words
Just a messenger of the Lord
Pen to paper.
Word-Experimentalist
Running, Writing, Real Life Experiences & Relatable Content.
Rare Poetry and Food stories
Drawing a line through 50
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I read lots of books, from mythology retellings to literary fiction and I love to reread books from childhood, this is a place to voice my thoughts for fun. I also like to ramble about things such as art or nature every now and again.
How to make it
You'r Looking At The Right Place, Your Soul!
tips , tricks , advices
LOOKING INTO THE PAST ....
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Enjoying Life in the Ozarks
Life in Copenhagen, Denmark, after moving during Covid-19.
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True wealth is the wealth of the soul
