The field at the farm, a chorus of ducks.
The beginning to an end, I trust.
Thick, hardened, mantles, loosing their thrust.
Pulling back the pages, a winter’s scene beginning to rust.
Wane
The field at the farm, a chorus of ducks.
The beginning to an end, I trust.
Thick, hardened, mantles, loosing their thrust.
Pulling back the pages, a winter’s scene beginning to rust.
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Your thoughts while having coffee
You deserved to feel love that isn't spelled backwards
Aspiring to be the best at writing. Poetry lover, haiku and free verse to be precise, I hope to one day master
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
viral quotes and pictures
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.
You'r Looking At The Right Place, Your Soul!
tips , tricks , advices
LOOKING INTO THE PAST ....
Original Beats By JakeBreh
