We bloom between rocks,
Rooted between pain and loss.
Clefts allot our hopes.
Iris
We bloom between rocks,
Rooted between pain and loss.
Clefts allot our hopes.
Everybody has a story. Here's a little of mine.
Lydia Rae Bush Poetry
Poetry, Photography, haiku,
Novelist, Poet, Wordsmith
Your World
By Tony Single
slow time and the soft infinity
the literary asylum
Meet your beautiful Ukrainian bride in the "City of Brides"
Reflections on Art, Science, Technology...the World
Poetry • Medicine • Life
Black And White Photography
BY GRACE THROUGH FAITH
This Random Sense of Wonder 