Wings, adapted to rise in tempest’s tantrums or tears, have folded, dull with thin wisps of extinguished love. Red candle aflame shone with heat; yet physic’s lessening, fate’s decree. Darkened room fades into shadow, left only with sorrow’s chill gleam. Photograph by Anita Sedberry at Harold Ross Fine Art Photography. Carrie is today’s host of […]
TSM 195 — Sorrow’s folded wings — Tao Talk
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An onion has many layers. So have I!
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poet Poem poetry
Independent Publisher of Poetry and Prose
frightfully wondrous things happen here.
Practical advice for a happier, fuller, and more meaningful life
Ego stroking and addiction horror stories
Misérias,guerras,doenças, desempregos,não vem de Deus e nem dos Orixás. Vem do julgamento e desrespeito entre a humanidade
"Once a pond a time..."
A look at life, achieving good physical and mental health and happiness
Where creativity meets passion!
Inspiration and Spirituality **Award Free**
An onion has many layers. So have I!
with no commitments and all excuses
poet Poem poetry
Independent Publisher of Poetry and Prose
frightfully wondrous things happen here.
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