My soul, a translucent pond, Waters clear, imbued with the light Of the golden burning sun Not a drop disturbed, Not a wave displaced, Until inevitably, Another comes along
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My soul, a translucent pond, Waters clear, imbued with the light Of the golden burning sun Not a drop disturbed, Not a wave displaced, Until inevitably, Another comes along
Thoughts-poetry on life, nature and spiritual
An attempt to quell arrogance
Horror, action and exploitation movies that aren't really awful at all.
Blog of bestselling m/m author
a Canadian (YA) young adult book blog
The Furred & Frond Management in charge of RJ Blain
About God, Faith, Family and Friends
Poetry, Prose, and Challenges
Dark Writing and Strange Inspirations
