Poppies Bloom for Just a Day. The Blossoms of the Night. To the Ends of the Earth and the Four Winds. Yet there is still the silent song of the leaves. As evening slowly fades into night. Like dew on cobwebs shaken free. A blissful reverie of colourful dreams. The night is vast and boundless. The flicker of lightning in the distance.

I wanted to post sooner. Aquileana said I could use her as a muse to sketch the Goddess Art Gowns we had done colab posts on. It was so much fun, I painted the sketch.

Information and Table of Contents. Nessa, i am so glad to find your blog again! I was visiting Tornado day and saw your image. Awh, thank you dear Wendell. I will be sure to check out your blog as well.

Treasures in Jars of Clay. Now we have this treasure in jars of clay to show that this surpassingly great power is from God and not from us. We are pressed on all sides, but not crushed; perplexed, but not in despair; 9. Persecuted, but not forsaken; struck down, but not destroyed. So we fix our eyes not on what .

I saw a peaceful flower that yearns for love. It is the mose beautiful, but you will never know. To see this blessing, i would not have told you if it was not so. Lo and behold, i saw this captivating elegance. Beyond my imagination, i stood to glance. The sun dance, the rain dance and enter the trance. Where they care, love and feed you romance. I am glad i have the flower, bloom and prove them wrong. Bloom and sing them a tong song.

Where to find epic poetry books? Soul love saga published! Edible food porn pages. Prisoner of past life experiences. I have been many things in this life. Learning with a ferocious hunger. In a sea of familiarity. I have been so close to the good life I could almost taste the sweat as it ran by, only dappling for a moment. I do understand and respect reality.

Of the same four walls. When I wished for it full. I grasp another shooting star. And thrust it into my skull. One, two, three, or more. Knife marks in my heart. I step back to the beginning. Defeated, I go back to the start. Shoes off, so I can feel the sand. With only the sound of breeze. On a beach covered in prints. A sole soul is set at ease.

Poems and stories, thoughts about people and places between moments of clarity, or not. The sun set behind a veil. Your tenderness is all that remains. As my skin wears yours. Like the dense night air.