Be flexible branches than dead roots A Story by Coyote Poetry I learn the past is gone and today actions matter, by a New Orleans Tarot card reader. Be flexible branches not… Continue reading
A beautiful photo and words.
You will always be on my mind The splendor of true love, Where you allow the wall of fear to fall completely down. Allowing emotion and desire… Continue reading
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the drums chanting labored by calloused hands it doesnt know others sounds but the deaf drumming of their longings no one to hear…no one to understand but men preparing…