Once upon a time when I was little ...
The flow in me.
Absorb the ripples of life
Each word like a knife cutting deep Slivers of my shield he did deplete He has no sense of humanity But are a true tyrant of meanness and vulgarity Hurling […]
Poem by Wendy Norman (Seafarrwide) The clouds drifted across the sky as I gazed from my little bed up so high A sense of aloneness crept over me I was just a […]
“The art of living is more like wrestling than dancing” -Marcus Aurelius “Grasp life by the horns and enjoy the ride” -Seafarrwide
“I do not think, sir, you have any right to command me, merely because you are older than I, or because you have seen more of the world than I […]