Is it in the smoke
Before our vision
When we blow
In the words
On the page
Between the truth and the myth
In the water-worn bottle that
Washes up on the shore
Or just simply
In your eyes?
Is it in the smoke
Before our vision
When we blow
In the words
On the page
Between the truth and the myth
In the water-worn bottle that
Washes up on the shore
Or just simply
In your eyes?
Thoughts-poetry on life, nature and spiritual
A Teen's Definition of Life
Amateur poetry can be found here
From Sunset to Dawn
Words are wild, so is my heart.
words. spirit. alchemy.
poetry to heal and inspire
Writing and Stuff by Chris Hall - Storyteller and Accidental Blogger
As long as there's breath, there will always be HOPE because nothing is pre-written and nothing cannot be re-written!
Cindy Knoke
Gorgeous journey I took in your words.
Thanks. Have a wonderful day!
It’s right there – in your words. I love reading your heart.
Thanks. Sweet of you to say.