Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
The dark end of the empty street is where her soul longs to reside cloaking her imperfections hiding in the sombre night.
Laurels of Spring burst forth succulent grassy shoots nurtured by brilliant sun, cool rains
The lion hungered for the rose for she was his only obsession the alluring scent of her was all around as her petals unfolded.
Spring arrives in the desert on the wings of butterflies flitting through my garden. The cool breeze kisses my face as I plunge my nose into a perfumed rose. Bees are buzzing about the desert milkweed and cacti, gathering pollen for the nectar of… Continue Reading “Flowers of Happiness”
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