
I am, I was, I will be…
maybe.
I sing, I sang, I will sing again…
perhaps.
The path out of the forest fades
too soon into the hills,
shepherded by small clouds
that scutter on ahead.
Nan 4-18-21
I am, I was, I will be…
maybe.
I sing, I sang, I will sing again…
perhaps.
The path out of the forest fades
too soon into the hills,
shepherded by small clouds
that scutter on ahead.
Nan 4-18-21
Random Ramblings and Reviews from Trent P. McDonald
Catxman dances, Catxman spins around, leaps ....... // I sing a song, a song of hope, a song of looove -- a song of burning roses. / Synthesizer notes. // (c) 2021-22
When nothing is certain anything is possible
Second Look Behind the Headlines - News you can use...
Africa 2012 / Britain 2014 / Peru / Standing Rock 2016
kitchen talk
Blogging, Motivation, Lifestyle and much more.
Be kind to yourself and others.
Basking in the Triumphs and Frustrations of a Disability
Aspergers syndrom, bipolaritet, fotografi, konst, poesi.
Poetry of a changing Earth. The grief is real--so is the hope.
I’m just a girl, standing in front of a bread shop, asking for it to open.
Take a few minutes to slow down and think about what's going on in your world...
"Traveling and Retired"
Poetry, stories and strange odds and ends from the desk of a writer
Bringing passionate genius to the foreground in Athens, GA -- 2013-2019
Seeking Dialogue to Inform, Enlighten, and/or Amuse You and Me
Indeed … sing, my friend … sing again and again and again!
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Join me!
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I would, but every time I sing, my girls immediately don their ear plugs, and the cats run under the sofa! 😉
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I can almost hear you sing. 🙂 Beautiful!
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Thank you so much, Cendrine. I appreciate it…Smile
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You are welcome!
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