photos n poetry
The congregation is a-mass.
Scattered bones come alas.
Streams O light slither o’er the grass.
Silently, images whisper,echo, down closed off roads.
Screams are heard of dreams untold.
Weeds, parched, ignite, flash as lightening.
Fiery blazes glow in the night.
All hope is lost to disperse this fight.
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!
