Ole house looks the same.
Everyone knows of its name.
Out house in its wooden frame.
Found down bramble brushes lane.
Try to wipe the seat please.
If you tinkle on it sweets.
Love is love. Everything else is something else.
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
Following My Muse
Poetry From the Heart!
A PLACE FOR PROFESSIONAL & PASSIONATE POETS
flash fiction and other writing
It's going to be HUGE!