White hearts held in cold hands,
Press hard against the smoothness.
What have I done to call thee?
Upon your frosted skin I kissed you,
Where autumn meets it’s end.
There our love grew, lived, and died.
White bones now smile.
One girl… one life…
A placid conservative, who believes that change is inevitable.
this site is about me , it is me ,if you understand what i wrote then you understood me
A writing blog
Amature Writer. Short Stories.
bleeding the past. the way out through the buried box.
Inspiring the world
Sunshine on Razor Wire: perspectives from "inside"
poems and prose from a confused english student
Living, Fighting, Thriving. Till I Collapse.
Nature's nuances in a nutshell
Poetry, free verse, haiku, senryu, photography, books, art, philosophy , nature.
Berlin Stories, Poetry & etc. by M.P. Powers
Reviews, author interviews, recommendations and hopefully some humour as well!
a curation of thoughts
thoughts from my mind to yours
Tales of whimsy, humour and courgettes