The Muse and Me
words-sometimes poetic, sometimes harsh, always real
Sunday, June 7, 2020
flower
she prays for rain
lest she withers and dies
when her purpose is
to blossom and thrive
bringing pleasure to the senses
6-8-20
No comments:
Post a Comment
Newer Post
Older Post
Home
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Teacher Drowns : Meets Creator of the Universe (Near-Death Experience)
Poem: Mário de Andrade - The Valuable Time of Maturity
I counted my years and realized that I have less time to live by, than I have lived so far. I have more past than future. I feel like that b...
risk v regret
Do the risky thing no matter what happens—there is far less regret in living life through action, rather than just in our heads. When we don...
No comments:
Post a Comment