September 20, 2014 on account of on account of security, our hearts break inconsistently. on account of love, we forget and do it all over again . 20140920:0928 y Share this:Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading...
September 21, 2014 - 05:05 Kindred Wanderer I think you’d enjoy ‘Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep’ by Mary Elizabeth Frye. I like your poetry Reply
I think you’d enjoy ‘Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep’ by Mary Elizabeth Frye. I like your poetry
thank you for sharing – i found it, and it is lovely!