The mother interrupted the daughter. “You mean the mermaid spoke English?”
“Yes, Mum,” the girl answered with a slight hint of exasperation.
we are born alone
we die alone
there’s no reason
for us to live alone
I have gone, gone afar away
On the forehead memories
Blindness shine below eyelids
Misguided years and the cities
Somewhere beginning of alley
Let I feelings and faces
Departed now last train
The love in so…
I give myself
The Lord has given me much to smile about,…..
Not that my life has been perfect,……I have hurt,..and pains all day,.. ..Everyday !,….But,…just look around,….…There are so many that h…
poem, death, Anne, sister, too early
Like a cliché, a bottle with a note floated in with the tide.
Where the full moon is slung so low
it casts a shimmering glow
upon the silent dark waters below
The girl laughed out loud because she knew this experience was such a cliché who would believe it?
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The invisible wharf, with stories old;
And I have to wonder,
Will the tales ever be told?
For photographers who enjoy landscapes, fauna and photojournalism styles, you will be spoiled.
Steps away from the gentle lapping waves, a 400 year old Buttonwood with its gnarled branches, stood the test of time.
so empty, so estranged, so desperate for my end
POD…Picture of the Day~PEACE, LOVE & TRANQUILITY
This site isn’t what it use to be! You may not see me on here anymore. Like it even matters.
I am going to be out for a few weeks or until my son Carlos get well. I am asking my friends in RB to pray for my son Carlos who had an accident this on Monday morning and he is in critical condition…
Laura Dekker is in Oz