True satisfaction comes from within you, not from outside people and things.
You see life as it was meant to be, the green is spreading over The mountains of the heart You pick out the storm inside you, in the oracle of the plant
By Mariana R Penn3 years ago in Poets
More and more I like to stay at the lake Time ambles down the berm one section at a time Like to change myself into a cloud, every time I look up
For years I kept the habit of observing the sunset I have among my favorites a collection of sunset specimens of different versions, shapes
A female leopard running in the wilderness A bold young hunter shoots it like a rabbit shot it through the heart, and with
"Writing is an introspection." For example, the review, she never deep and serious. For example, suddenly pulling out a vine
The line to the top of the mountain Some people just went to look up at the stars. Standing by the mountain path
I can't see you clearly, is this your way of hiding your thoughts? Turning me into a child in my dreams Waiting for the bus on the side of the road, how small I am
The summer heat and the clamor of life When the ear-splitting cicadas rule the earth All things fall into the noise
