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Random First Lines:The place you will be taken is called the Labyrinth of Emptiness. Itâ€™s a place that has always existed. â€œAs your host, I will guide... » Read
By Angel Plant
Where the cotton is white and singing all night long. Never see a stranger/
Twenty-five years ago they bought a homestead, in the middle of Vancouver Island, on the waterâ€™s edge. There are still reflections off the small lake at the foot of Mount Benson- of gardens and vineyards and woodland encounters.
Westwood Lake Chronicles is a dreamscape diary, a...
By Undeniably Angelic
A short poem dedicated to Summer afternoons picking juicy blackberries. (:
By Airton Sobreira
Held all moments in time,to keep it alive as a gooden time.
Maybe the best word processor IS the pencil and one's brain!