Water your neighbors garden,
and not your own…to see
theirs flourish as yours dies!
Don’t cry now…
when your harvest is dry…
withered and sparse…
with little to nourish…
your bruised…
spirit.
photos n poetry
Water your neighbors garden,
and not your own…to see
theirs flourish as yours dies!
Don’t cry now…
when your harvest is dry…
withered and sparse…
with little to nourish…
your bruised…
spirit.
words create wonders
me, my pen and paper
Pain goes in, love comes out.
the stories behind the pictures, and vice versa
Lucidly in shadows. Poetry from a hand that writes misty.
A drop of ink may make a million think. - George Gordon Byron
An Artist Who Writes