The sweetest whispers are the wistful words
That can be heard near warbling water…
The carefree murmurs carry daydreams -
Evoking pensive cords of bygones…
On gentle shrouds of reverie -
Nostalgic wraiths allay the mind…
When I flee, that’s where I’m drawn -
You will find me waiting there…
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Lost fluttering of insecure emotions
Passionate Penchants
an exploration into our authentic lives.
An Array of Smiles, Tears, Inspiration, Faith, and Love~
within my heart.
nothing but words ...
The regurgitated love of Benjamin Norris
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to write the words i won't speak
Explore. Dream. Discover.
Finding passion for life again...
lives a world of thoughts and musings of an Artist
Graze on my lips; and if those hills be dry, stray lower, where the pleasant fountains lie. -Shakespeare
poetry and observations from a manic depressive sufferer
