photos n poetry
Enveloped in white.
“It’s Christmas Eve.”
The children sing.
Heralded glorious birth.
Our newborn King.
Snowflakes so big.
As tiny hands.
Clasp to catch.
Earth glows white.
Shrouded in purity.
Snow teems down…!!
Just in time.
For Christmas morn.
A beautiful sight.
A poetic symphony.
A quiet corner for writers to get inspired one word at a time.
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.
Following My Muse
Poetry From the Heart!
A PLACE FOR PROFESSIONAL & PASSIONATE POETS
flash fiction and other writing
It's going to be HUGE!
