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
Verba volant, scripta manent !
Novelist, Poet, Wordsmith
YOUR WORLD
By Tony Single
the purpose of reality
the literary asylum
Meet your beautiful Ukrainian bride in the "City of Brides"
Reflections on Art, Science, Technology...the World
Wellness • Poetry • Life
BY GRACE THROUGH FAITH
Enjoyable Information. Focused or Not.
This Random Sense of Wonder 