“The lyfe so short, the craft so long to lerne." –Chaucer
Ride we the curled, cresting salt;
Cling to the back of a wing-ed horse;
Drift we through warm waters
Rotten with flowers,
Float we, on a phantom, on Hope
On Grace.
©Hemmingplay 2015
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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
ebullient decay
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
Your words here are as majestic as the ocean
am:)
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Thank you, AM.
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You are welcome, my friend.
am:)
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