Childern seldom know the love given freely
Photograph by:jdgriffin.griffin-grafix.com
In the marsh lands buried deep in the mire are treasures of the heart children seldom feel or see the reflected kiss bestowed upon their soul fathers protecting from above the quag and silt of life, giving guidance's love but if youth took the time to stop making eddies in the waters of life they would view and explore the stillness in the calm parents vigilant quest
The watchful heart takes heed in the shadows cast upon the slate onyx water telling a tale of lessons taught with patients haste and feathered petition even as undertows pull the stead fast sentinel, from the winds above, they shelter keeping the little one in the shallows close to the nesting reeds of home knowing the day will come when all birds must fly, winging on currents of life taking with them all that was bestowed, a reflected kiss proffered upon the waters
A homonymless man writes shows what it's like to look up the laid he skirts when you’re lying prone(d) to the sidewalk, beer / joint / needle dangling from your hand /lips / arm.
Major League ballplayer Justin Moore is kidnapped from his own ballpark and transported to a foreign land. It might take high-level international negotiations to free him. Or maybe he will take matters into his own hands.
Share
Print
Save
Follow
hope you post again soon
take care
Fine work!
Hooves
Love Tinka
Nice to see you posting!