Beautiful poetry that touches your soul.
To be read alone with a glass of wine or a cup of tea, slowly. Thank you Gwynneth for many hours of enjoyment.
LL Fowles
Explore:
a poet's playground
More from the playground:
final din
time ticks
slipping away
flowers
bud
blossom
shrivel
and die
she
gently breathing
gathering hope
for 1 more day
of sun
of rain
of winter storms too
of smiles
of laughter
of many hugs
who thought
the clock