Looking down on the city. Asymp; Leave a comment. We used to wing walk. To give the illusion of. Asymp; Leave a comment. I set foot in Montmartre. On a hot, hot day. With a strong cup of coffee. Watching the world go by. Asymp; Leave a comment. My glasses lying on the beach,. The surf and swell, just beyond my reach,.

Come, Discover, Share. The LORD Will Fight for You. And you will see what the LORD will do to save you today. The LORD will fight for you. God of miracles and wonders,. Calm my fears and relieve me of any worries and anxieties. You are always by my side,. I Place myself in your loving hands,. And I praise and glorify you. Where There is Love,. Where There is Care,.

Today, our prompt is a word. Let the word inspire your post. You can write in any form, poetry or prose, as long or as short as you like. Do visit at least some of the other bloggers who have linked in as well. The prompt today is BABY. Use it as it inspires you in your post. Today, our prompt is a word, and has a word-limit.

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Like luscious leaves grazing skies. I bask in your light. Like the moon bathes in sunshine. That you are less than perfect. That I am in pain. Was rarely of your concern. Like the deepest of trenches,.

Loneliness is the deadliest killer out there. Up to and including the heart attack.

Concrete dogmas are as fleeting as a bird. Whose nest is swept by the winds. Dreams slain for peaceful sleep. Fingers tied for smoother handcuffs. Does it spoil the child, or does it make your job easier for you? Streets ruptured for seeing the truth of someone, in between themselves. Feet stumbling, artists retreating into you. A cave, a stage, for blue men. A shaky voice had torn open a rift in the clouds.

Crochet, Bead, Blue, Ital Vibes Inspired. We will teach them what we know,. Only to witness that our lessons. Are the least that they will learn as they grow. Make connections by interacting, reach out to others.