The violets had been bought for the green-eyed lady.
However, I had arrived beyond late…
Within moments, she reigned upon my mind…
And, later, she had gone.
Trickling down…
Such as forgotten words to her favorite song.
Soon I began to misplace her solemn heirlooms.
After,
stories and tales the green-eyed lady had gifted me.
Then ashes turned to ashes.
Dust to dust.
And,
in finality…
Nothing had been worth remembering.
Stone turned to rust.
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.
How to make it
You'r Looking At The Right Place, Your Soul!
tips , tricks , advices
LOOKING INTO THE PAST ....
Original Beats By JakeBreh
Enjoying Life in the Ozarks
Life in Copenhagen, Denmark, after moving during Covid-19.
Free PLR Content
True wealth is the wealth of the soul
In the material and spiritual realm
Love That Was, Is and Will Be
Helping You Find Answers to Your Thoughts
Toronto, Los Angeles.....and now CHICAGO. First official festival September 19-20, 2019 at the LOGAN Theatre in downtown Chicago.
Seeking Solace in the Horizon of Life & Beyond.
Have you ever danced with the devil, in the pale moonlight?
