Love,
Mother Nature….
She speaks from my soul
with brilliant simplicity,
expressing what words cannot
and lay paralyzed within,
collecting dust as they fade to
painful antiquity, lost among
the debris of possibilty.
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Love,
Mother Nature….
She speaks from my soul
with brilliant simplicity,
expressing what words cannot
and lay paralyzed within,
collecting dust as they fade to
painful antiquity, lost among
the debris of possibilty.
creating order out of chaos, and vice versa
Life through Mindful Media
Becoming Unstuck
the phenomenon of reflection
Health, Beauty, and Natural Living
For all the traveling souls
Poetry Whispers In a Pulchritudinous Dialect
