“The lyfe so short, the craft so long to lerne." –Chaucer
With me.
With you.
She’s holding her belly,
Aching,
Hoping we
Change the world,
When we become fully ourselves.
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by Kelly Lewis
Darkness exists for the light to shine
Honest poetry
Intriguing short stories, poetry, christian fantasy, historical dramatization, and science fiction
“The lyfe so short, the craft so long to lerne." --Chaucer
spilling ink...
Awakening the spirit through baring my soul
seeking sublime surrender
A place for short fiction and poetry while your coffee brews or your tea steeps
Exploring the human experience, one cup of coffee at a time.
...in my Mind's Eye
Writer
"I tramp the perpetual journey." Walt Whitman
Word-Experimentalist
She was devoted to the moon. It’s its darkness she found comfort. In its light, she found hope.
A Continuing Revolution
Nefesime,hayatıma,aklıma esen her şeye dair.
THE DRIVELLINGS OF TWATTERSLEY FROMAGE
This is great, HemmingPlay. I love the thought you present – and how true.
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