I am a shard In a monochromatic Kaleidoscope. Blood-smeared Winds celebrate With fragile joyous defiance. Tissue wings are fluttering souls A kinetic storm Of whirling blades Baptized in blood. Life at its best is the sum of its woundedness.
Wow! This piece describes humankind fully... when we learn to love our fears, possibly the wounded nature of our souls will meld and soften with the rest... and will not happen until we do.
This is one of my favorites already; going on my desktop.
A way to use your mind for silent communication. Speaking about the methods in the book I have used since a young age.
21st Century learning. I also have a GoFundMe page to ask for funds so I can research with other people and add their experiences
The captivating music of birds and the enchanting beauty of roses have, each in their own right, inspired people around the world for as long as anyone can remember. How the two combine with the challenges faced by a struggling writer in Georgia to c
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M.Rose
This is one of my favorites already; going on my desktop.
Judith
-Carrie
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend, karen lynn in texas. :)