As love falls down from the sky, It lands on the wings of a butterfly. The butterfly sings it’s songs and rhymes, And flies through the air, No concept of time. It is the messenger of patience and change, From flower to flower, it’s odd and it’s strange. The butterfly can transform it’s world. And […]Read Post ›
Self Love Poem by Charlie Chaplin As I began to love myself I found that anguish and emotional suffering are only warning signs that I was living against my own truth. Today, I know, this is “AUTHENTICITY”. As I began to love myself I understood how much it can offend somebody As I try to […]Read Post ›
“November comes And November goes, With the last red berries And the first white snows. With night coming early, And dawn coming late, And ice in the bucket And frost by the gate. The fires burn And the kettles sing, And earth sinks to rest Until next spring.” – Elizabeth Coatsworth Weekly Photo Challenge […]Read Post ›
