Should God forget the ones that He made?
And watch as they, all, flow down a drain?
For you are His hands, His heart, His mouthpiece.
And with your eyes shall you witness His return.
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!
A little something for you.