Swimming in this drop of time
Immersed in inanities, profundities
Generated in the racing darkness
I have come to know
As the touch of a cold lover
Who grasps my heart and whispers,
“No.”
Standing beside this grave of dreams,
Reaped by internal struggles
I just want peace and find myself lost
Unsure of what will be brought tomorrow.
Raku pottery, vases, and gifts
Handbag Designer, Blogger, Petite Apparel Maker
Musings on poetry, language, perception, numbers, food, and anything else that slips through the cracks.
hoping for more - with Kira Shymn
Curriculum, explicit instruction, intelligent assessment, leadership and history
I am a lover of perseverance. I am folklore. I am consistency and contradiction.
New content every Sunday.
By Miri Elm
A daily selection of the best content published on WordPress, collected for you by humans who love to read.
Backpacking, more or less
creative treasures.
a resource for moving poetry
poetry from one who is addressless.
Global Health and Education
Words of Wonder, Worry and Whimsy
OverTheHillsAndFarAway 