I thought I knew
The color and weight
Of gold until I held you
I thought I knew
The color and weight
Of gold until I held you
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
Wow epic.
Thanks for saying so. Means a lot.
You are welcome, Benjamin 😊
Dang you, Benjamin! You’re making me sentimental! What a beautiful poem!
Thank you! Glad you thought so!
Oh my. You’ve been on a minimalist roll, here. This, in tandem with the one after – some smokin’ hot gold! 😍