I depart from the particular
Tear holes in the routine.
Once more, I have time on my hands
To study the synopsis on my palms
Separate the forked paths into chapters.
I can breathe in, but not out again
If I so choose.
I depart from the particular
Tear holes in the routine.
Once more, I have time on my hands
To study the synopsis on my palms
Separate the forked paths into chapters.
I can breathe in, but not out again
If I so choose.
wonderful to keep in touch with you this way, through beautiful poetry
encourages me
Yes God bless WordPress! Eliza, your creativity inspires me every day, in every way. Thank you so much.
This body art must have been difficult to do. Poem good. Thought you may like to know that the mystery of Jim’s death has finally been resolved and details are in the National Enquirer. A close friend from South Africa telephoned me tonight to let me know but perhaps you already know. Seems a strange, belated time to do this after 40 years when they may in fact incriminate themselves. What happens next will be interesting!!! Just jumped on here to look at your photos..Peace and Love always..x