My Father
My father wrote inside of me all of my poetry Continue reading My Father
My father wrote inside of me all of my poetry Continue reading My Father
I learned to fly And in flight I found myself Continue reading Flight
My goal this year is to fall back in love with myself, with the world, and life again. Continue reading Let Love in My Life Again
You belong among wild flowers Far away from your troubles and worries You belong somewhere you feel free Continue reading You Belong
We are the trees that the sun grows roots in the soul of mother’s earth. They are the strength of our inner voice that transforms and creates a new moment in time. ©️, 2020 -Solitaire-Windmills of my Mind Continue reading Trees