Walking May Walking the flower garden, this opening of spring, listening to birdsong, the wind and trees that sing, for the sky is so blue a blessing this May, for June is approaching and summer will be here For ever and more. For Today. Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you can suggest some further topics or themes for my writing! And do give me feedback! p1964km@googlemai...
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Walking May Walking the flower garden, this opening of spring, listening to birdsong, the wind and trees that sing, for the sky is so blue a blessing this May, for June is approaching and summer will be here For ever and more. For Today. Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you can suggest some further topics or themes for my writing! And do give me feedback! p1964km@googlemai...
S(he) He was awakening. The stiffness of sleep held him tight within its arms. The winter stars were wrapped in sheathes of time about his legs and lower body. From somewhere outside of himself he could feel a growing sense of urgency. A warmth. A remembering. He needed to remember. Wanted to remember. But a great fog of darkness still held him. Whispered to him. Wanted him to remain within it. Somewhere. Somewhere. ‘Here.Here.’ He could sense his own voice outside of himself. A movement beyo...
Tales from the edge of the morning sky
Walking May Walking the flower garden, this opening of spring, listening to birdsong, the wind and trees that sing, for the sky is so blue a blessing this May, for June is approaching and summer will be here For ever and more. For Today. Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you can suggest some further topics or themes for my writing! And do give me feedback! p1964km@googlemai...
