Thoughts in many cycles spin,
gathered like a tiny bird
wallowing in dew-washed
leaves, so the many moments
spun; woven into web of life,
roiling, rolling, ages deep,
testifying to the mind, which
holds, releases all that is.
Ah the toils of the mind. Well spoken. Your poetry is beuatiful. Also, i'm sad that i cannot see your parenting blog anymore, it was my go-to resource </3
Many thanks. It is another Roslyn Ross who did the parenting blog.
Ah the toils of the mind. Well spoken. Your poetry is beuatiful. Also, i'm sad that i cannot see your parenting blog anymore, it was my go-to resource </3
ReplyDeleteMany thanks. It is another Roslyn Ross who did the parenting blog.
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