where dwells the heart

Poetry, such a beautiful thing to feel such a rose to inhale such life within such a life within such poetry and yet how cold it is to be without it how lonely how tiring and how painful is this echo of darkness ~ Poetry where dwells the heart Advertisements

Ode to Beddgelert

Shall we wander beneath a paper rip sky where mountains sit silent and wait? Hold out your fingers and trace the line before dusk falls to rub it all out. Walk down the path to hear fast river’s song where children chase tiddlers with nets then skim stones Sit on the bench beneath a paper … More Ode to Beddgelert